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ind. sel. pri. multifandom multimuse. made by landon. read carrd before interacting.

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MUSE LIST / PINNED POST.

DO NOT RB.

CARRD.

DELTARUNE.

Ellis Whitaker (OC) - high activity

Noelle A. Holiday - medium activity

Berdly / Plume - high activity

Alvin Boom - low activity

SUPER ANIMAL ROYALE.

Jennifer Dogna - medium activity 

FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN’.

Flesh Monster / Neil (Monday Dusk Monolith) - low activity

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I BET YOU THINK I FEEL BAD, I BET YOU THINK I'M REAL SAD.

IT'S NO BIG DEAL, NOT LIKE I'VE NEVER BEEN BETRAYED BEFORE!

BUT EVERY TRAITOR KNOWS TO GET OUT OF MY WAY, OR THEY'LL END UP A BLOODY STAIN...

THAT SOME POOR SOUL IS MOPPIN' OFF THE FLOOR!

independant, selective, private and somewhat headcanon based susie from toby fox's deltarune.

written by suz.

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so uh hi

been a hot minute. anyone still alive?

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universalcarnival​:

— “ Heh, you’re right actually. Forgot there were two of them. But that’d be with a Y. ”

That got a little bit of a laugh out of her, though she did pause for a moment with the extended hand. Mae wasn’t expecting it at seems, but after a brief pause she takes it and gently shakes it. In the back of her mind, however, she’s gonna wonder if she even shook their hand right.

— “ Really? Your mom got a spare apartment or something she can give some random stranger with little financial support? Epic. ”

Another joke. Seems she’s finding herself comfortable somewhat around the other. Maybe it’s because of how polite she’s being? Who knows. However, she did notice the tone shifting as soon as she brought up her mother, but she won’t pry. Her ear does flick as she pulls her hand away and nods.

— “ Yeah… Sorry, didn’t mean to hold you up or anything. ”

“N-No, it’s fine. And she’s got nothing like... well, I guess something like that, uhm. She’s t-t-the mayor, actually...”

Hooves now clack against the concrete sidewalk as she continues her way around the corner, head turning to look again at Mae.

It’s calming, in a way, having someone to walk home with again. Berdly often winged it back to his place as soon as he could, Kris never did it anymore after they drifted and Dess-

“How does your mom know Catty, if I can ask? ...uhm, can I ask?”

She asks. Despite having already asked. Sorry Mae.

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universalcarnival​:

The girl seemed friendly enough on first approach, which was good for her. She was used to most people not paying her mind or attention back home… but that was likely due to everyone already knowing her and her infamy there. Regardless, the fact she was being nice was big points for Mae.

— “ I’m Mae. I’m visiting some folks in the town. You know Catty? They invited me out here when I said I was looking for some place to settle down in, and my mom apparently knows them so. I’m here visiting for now, but who knows. I sure don’t. ”

A nervous little chuckle from her. She’s trying her best at conversation and a first impression, although she’s not really perfect at it. Hopefully she isn’t judged for that, she doesn’t know many people after all.

“...is that Catty with a Y, or an I?”

She half-jokes and half-prods with a tilt of her head while she adjusts her backpack’s leverage on her shoulder. A hand reaches out, towards Mae, open and presented.

“I’m Noelle. If you plan on, uhm, moving in... I can probably help, talk to my m-mom about you.”

...mom.... oh, gosh, right!

“Can we walk and talk? Need to get home soon...”

[i-remember-there-was-mist]

April Fool’s Day is in a few days, and I just wanted to make this clear. This blog is safe, and I can promise you no screamers, nothing emotionally abusive, no fake posts, and nothing to intentionally trigger dissociation. You are safe here.

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog this if you promise to your RP Partners that they can safely tell you they want to drop a thread without you being rude or manipulative about it

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Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to

And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

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@universalcarnival​ asks: "So like, does much of anything happen here or is it really just quiet in this town? Cause I can dig quiet. Quiet is better than what I dealt with." ~Mae @ Noelle

Her walk home was swiftly interrupted by the presence of someone else. At first, she had simply thought her to be someone from Catti’s family, but upon further glance, it was clear that this was someone she didn’t recognize at all. An oddity in a town like this.

“O-Oh, no, not really... things are relatively calm in Hometown!”

Aside from some events, like Asriel’s upcoming return or Dess’ disappearance. But she doesn’t add that.

“Uhm... Can I ask, who you are? I-I don’t think we’ve met. Are you moving or, just strolling through?”

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Hi! So, I should probably explain where I’ve been for a bit. Gonna put this under a read more both for some topics discussed as well as avoiding cluttering up others’ dashboards.

TW: death mention

So, for starters: I’m just really burnt out on long-form roleplay. Writing threads can feel like a chore sometimes, especially in comparison to the more shorter group-chat style roleplaying I’ve been doing in Bunny’s server.

Second: I’ve been trying to get some IRL stuff sorted out. To make a long story short - my grandma passed away recently which has hit our family hard. On top of that, I’m not only trying to get a state ID in order to fly out to a convention in a few months, but I also need to go see a doctor soon-ish for what I can only assume to be some kind of throat or lung problem (I’ve been coughing non-stop for the past month or so, and it’s definitely not COVID since I’ve tested negative for it several times).

Third: I’ve taken on some more responsibilities as well. I’m currently directing for a FNF mod team and still trying to get more people on board for art. I’m also running a social media account for a game that requires daily postings.

So, yeah. I’ve got a bit on my plate. I hope to be able to do more stuff on tumblr later on, but right now, there’s just so much going on that my activity here will be sporadic

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inquireanerdyberd​:

Oh, he’d need another minute. His whole body shook, fluffing up his feathers briefly as he, once again, tried to shake off the dizziness from the head-on collision. Though the tingling in his wing didn’t go away, his forehead was quick to recover.

By the time Berdly properly recollected himself, the fellow bluebird was on her feet, extending a left wing to his own. He blinked, stunned briefly, before letting out a light chuckle. Though it wasn’t often he accepted help, especially something as small as this, it’d be easier to just take the hand instead of letting his stubbornness get the better of him.

A bold one, he thought. She introduced herself first. Once asked for his name, Berdly took a step back to give himself room for a dramatic bow, flicking his wing to the side as he sank. His tail twitched with pride.

*Ah, Plume. A lovely name for a lovely bluebird.

*Why, I’m the gallant Berdly Bluefeather, gamer extraordinaire and Hometown’s top student!

He placed a wing on his chest, just above the sling.

*What brings you to the sleepy town of Hometown?

Berdly. 

Whatever doubt there might have been about a huge coincidence has been utterly dismantled. But, how? That’s the lingering question overwhelming her head now. Was this a Dark World? Or something else entirely?

But... maybe, right now, is not the best to freak out. She steels herself, trying to put as much of that away for now as she brushes some dirt from the concrete off her skirt and hoodie while her counterpart bowed before her.

“A f-fellow gamer? Hmm.... Tell me. Dragon Blazers 3 or Dragon Blazers 2?”

She says, completely ignoring that last question, trying to for as long as she can with a tone of voice that sounds like it’s trying to be confident but isn’t.. quite there yet.

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How does your story end?

contented.

accomplished, you rest, knowing you have earned this long sleep.

[chillinrpmemes]

Reblog if your askbox is always open !

You can bother the mun or muse with ooc or ic asks regardless of prompts, inbox calls , or interactions

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Okay, now that I’m adding threads to the rpthreadtracker for this blog, I’m just gonna make this one last post about this: If you have a thread for any of my muses from their old solo blogs you’d like to continue, PLEASE reply in here if you do, otherwise I’ll not be adding them to the list and thus I might forget about them. IMs through Tumblr are also fine.

If anyone has trouble remembering my muses:

Ellis Whitaker (Deltarune OC @mothflannel )

Noelle ( @girlnextdoe )

Berdly / Plume ( @featheredgamer )

Father Alvin ( @fatheralvin )

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okay thats it no more fuckin drafts tumblr either eats them or posts them early from now on we using rpthreadtracker and just doing replies on the spot when hitting the RB button

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@inquireanerdyberd​ asks: We heard Ellis’ thoughts, now let’s hear Noelle’s. Talk about Berdly

PROMPT: Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!

“A-Ah... Well, it’s. Complicated? I m-mean, I like him! He listens to me.... sometimes.”

Memories of that strange dream flash in her head, but it dissipates as soon as it came.

“We help each other out, even if it’s usually me... helping him. B-but! He’s a good friend... even if sometimes he’s, uh. ...”

...

“...ireallyhopehesnotintosusielikehewasinthedarkworld.”

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@dark-duo​ asks: Will shows up at Plume's house... Way more tired, sad, and ragged looking than usual. Has... Has he been crying for a while? It looks like he has.

She’s so worried.

As much as she tried to comfort him over text in the chat, every moment she spent waiting for him to come over is another she spends hoping he’s okay. She knew his home life wasn’t... the greatest, so it being brought up would’ve been a blow.

When she hears the knocks, she dashes off her chair and practically flings the door open and... Oh, Will.

“Hey....”

She wants to say more, she really does, but words are failing her at Will’s state. In the lack of speech, she instead takes his hand in her wing and pulls him inside, guiding him to the couch.

“Stay here, I’ll... I-I’ll get you something to get comfortable in.”

Plume’s gone for a minute or two, and she shows up with a blanket and a cup of sweet tea.

“Super Rangers?”