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@frisklovespie
your about says your like almost 30 don't you feel a lil weird wanting to roleplay still?
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uh-oh guys, the fun police are here.
guess i gotta shut the blog down cause i’m too old to have fun.
yup.
just gonna pay my taxes and wait for my inevitable death of old age.
Ayeeeee. 25 in June. Me and you can go to the old farts retirement home and play shuffle board :D
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welp was gonna get back on for a bit after work but i went and fucked my knee to fucking pieces so i am going to baby the hell out of it and OD and my sleeping meds to ensure i get some rest tonight. love you all, g'night
Awwww, Sans friend!!! Take care of yourself, honey <3
I read your rules as requested, and have a question. What does Godmodding/autoing mean?
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godmodding means controlling pretty much every aspect of what’s going on, including characters that you’re not playing at the time, without permission of others you’re writing with. basically you’re being a cheater and a spammer, and nobody will like you.and autoing is saying that your action is automatic without giving others a chance to respond. this is usually differentiated from godmodding by way of having permission, or by it being a tiny little detail that is needed to move your own reply along without having to wait for a reply to just continue the same action without really disrupting your partner’s reply…does any of this make sense??
ahaha, sorry, but at least i never claimed to be a good teacher.
A good example of acceptable “autoing” would be
“He offered her a seat and waited until she sat down before joining her on the couch. They were definitely both going to want to sit down for this talk.”
You’re making the assumption that a character is going to do something small, because if you didn’t your reply could only be:
“He offered her a seat.”
And that would just be silly XD
Hope that helps~
Non-romantic fluff starters
“Here, I saved some for you. Try it?”
“I just really need a hug right now…”
“You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.”
“Join me in the blanket fort. We play until dawn.”
“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?”
“Sure, it *looks* safe, but watch what happens when I do this.”
“I had a nightmare… can you stay up with me?”
“We’re going to have to raid the neighbors if you want more pillows to turn this into a Pillow Fortress Castle.”
“This would look so cute on you!”
“Okay, but if you turn the lights off for this playthrough, I’m not being held accountable for anything I do when spooked.”
“I said we could share a blanket, but if you put your cold feet on me *one more time*…”
“You’ve been working too hard and I’m calling a Netflix intervention. Not taking no for an answer.”
“I’ve got a gallon of ice cream and if you don’t get a spoon my tummyache will be all your fault.”
“Fight me. Pillow fight. And by fight I mean cuddle.”
“My hand is cold. Unless we find somewhere to stop soon, it’s going up your back.”
“Oh my god, just pet my hair already.”
“After that movie you’re staying for a sleepover. I know you don’t want to go home and sleep alone anyway.”
“Is there a reason you’re gnawing on me?”
“C'mon, I need a Player 2.”
“I bet you can’t make it all the way through the movie without screaming at it.”
“If you put that in the microwave uncovered I swear I will beat you to death with a plastic spoon.”
“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”
“When we get that house you’re handling the spiders.”
“Going to the mall alone is boring. Besides, I need someone to tell me how great I look in all the clothes I try on.”
“It’s not MY fault you scream like a schoolgirl on a rollercoaster.”
“It’s an arcade, do you need more reasons to go?”
“Please tell me why you were napping in my freshly dried blankets *while they’re still in the dryer*.”
“Can we please take cheesy best friend pictures in that photo booth? I promise to keep silly faces to a minimum.”
“I’m singing along to this song and you can’t stop me, so either deal with it or join me.”
“C'mon, with anyone else this would be too weird.”
“I hate this game so much. Here’s a link, you should totally play it.”
“I take no responsibility for any smells you may or may not encounter from this point forward.”
“HELP I HAVE A SPLINTER”
“Okay, but consider that if you don’t watch this show with me, I’ll still rant to you just as much about the feels it gives me.”
“If anyone turns that fan off again I swear someone’s going to bleed.”
“Help me, the computer’s making sad beeps again. Make it happy, please.”
“THIS MOVIE MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME WHY DID YOU LET ME CHOOSE IT?!”
“I have in front of me: One DVD, seven remote controls, and an entertainment center. This will be a voyage of discovery.”
“If I die, you get my cat. So make sure I live through this.”
“I need someone to cling to in the haunted house, and you’re it.”
“Yeah, but you’re *my* nerd.”
“The remote is two feet thataway and I don’t feel like moving. We’re stuck with this.”
“You are aware this was the worst idea ever and you’re lucky you’re my best friend, or else I’d leave you alone to deal with this.”
“I’d say sorry my mom tried to adopt you again, but it was kind of my idea.”
“There is a perfectly good reason I’m eating these mini marshmallows right out of the package, I’m certain of it. Probably.”
“Okay but hear me out: Fluffy. Sharks.”
“Please keep your sick away from me and get better soon. I made you soup.”
“That sounds like a bad idea. I’m in.”
“If you don’t come up and sing with me, I will sing and point at you. The entire. Time.”
“We made a pact based on SpongeBob jokes, you can’t back out now.”
This can be used for me as well, but posting this for Sans Friend @youreacomicsans since he’s looking for starters. This has been my favorite to use for my other blogs, so here ya go, bud!
Day by Day *Roleplay*
A delighted gasp escaped the child’s mouth and they gave a small bounce of excitement. Sans was right, of course-they did have a dog at home. However, these weren’t just dogs; they were puppies, which made a world of difference. It was also difficult to pet their dog without, well, the animals head stretching and contorting in rather disturbing ways. Such was a life with a monster dog, though.
Frisks small hands found their way into the bony clutches of their companion, and they gently, though quite insistently, pulled the monster into the store alongside them. The stores bell gave a small tinkle at their entrance, though it was barely audible over the numerous sounds of dogs barking and humans cooing.
The child spotted the play area at once, where other little humans about their age played with puppies from within the contained gate. They made sure not to lose their grip on Sans hand as they all but dragged him over to the dogs. Though they were given a few uncertain glances, Frisk paid them no mind and instead approached the pet store employee charged with watching the kids.
“Well hello there, sweetie pie.” The employee, a man who looked to be freshly into adulthood, leaned over as he spoke, “Did you wanna pet the dogs?”
Frisk nodded vigorously in response; honestly, as if such a question needed to be asked!
They received a chuckle in reply, “Ok, well we just need to get the ok from your Mom or Da...ah...uh.”
The young mans words trailed off as he finally realized just who the child was accompanied by, his mouth dropping slightly. He quickly recovered, however, dawning a professional smile once more, “Ah, I’m so sorry, sir. Ah, uh, are you the child’s, um, caretaker?”
He was so invested in trying not to make a fool of himself that he didn’t even notice Frisk slip through the gate. The child was met with a small, chocolate labrador who nearly plowed them over with kisses.
“Uh, it’s perfectly fine if you are, of course,” The employee continued obliviously, “h-however, due to, uh, the dogs predisposition to, um...t-to bones, I would have to advise that you, um, remain outside of the gate for your own protection? I mean no offense, of course, but uh, the dogs are often given bones to chew on--ah, oh, I’m sorry, I don’t mean any offense by that either--”
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Hello all! I have a dear Sans-friend of mine who is looking to take on some new roleplays! If you have a roleplay blog for a canon Undertale character (no personal blogs or OC’s at this time, please) then you should most definitely go check them out!
I’ve personally written with them before and they play a wonderful Sans! You will notice that they include drawings in their posts but WRITTEN-ONLY replies are also more than accepted! So please don’t feel shy if you aren’t an artist, there is no drawing required on your part <3
Blog is located here: http://itjustmadesans.tumblr.com/
Happy roleplaying! ^.^
*wellp. *you asked for it. *hope you’re not blown away.
Careful, Sans.
You’ll give people a...
TromBONER!
@badtimereset “Date Event”
Frisk wasn’t entirely sure how a “date” was supposed to go. She’d heard of them, certainly. Had even technically been on one with Papyrus--but that had seemed more like a battle than a date. From the way she heard other adults speak of the event, a date should be more like an outing. A fun get together with only two people. A chance to spend time around someone you cared about.
So it only seemed logical for Frisk to go up to one of her favorite monsters and offer him a small piece of paper. Written in red crayon was the question for a date; below it were two options. Yes, and no.
The child looked up as she waited for a response, and remembered too late that she didn’t bring any flowers. You were supposed to bring flowers, right?
Glancing around, Frisk found a daisy growing out of the ground near their feet. She quickly plucked it and stuck out of her hand in offering along with the card.
Day by Day *Roleplay*
Frisk stopped swinging Sans arm and stepped closer to him, clutching his bony fingers. Though they turned their attention back towards the crosswalk light, the couples eyes continued drilling into the back of the childs’ head.
The whispering didn’t stop.
Sans gave Frisk’s fingers a squeeze. Let go, just to lift his arm and drop it ‘round the kid’s shoulders as the walk light finally switched to green.
“I don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m still hoping they get a nice fishstick flavor in one’a these days. I know Tori’s waiting on snail…” He kept Frisk tucked to his side across the road, no sign of discomfort in his posture or tone to suggest he’d overheard the ignorant conversations around them.
With the discussion of fish and snail ice cream, the experience with the strangers faded from their thoughts. The child began to think up new flavors of ice cream, ranging from disgusting to delicious; mud flavored, worm flavored, honey flavored, pumpkin pie flavored. The list went on, and on, until they happen to walk past a local pet store.
Frisk paused, lifting their chin to peek through the stores window. There must have been an event that day, for inside they had a playpen of small dogs that seemed to be available for petting. The child took in an breath of excitement, and glanced to the skeleton beside them with hopeful eyes.
Sh*t and Shenanigans
Frisk looked up from their comfortable spot on the sofa. They were still in their pajama’s, and it was glorious. Normally their mother had them up, dressed and active much earlier in the day (usually with a delicious breakfast as an incentive); Sans, however, had let them sleep in for as long as they wanted. He even let them laze around and watch television for a good portion of the morning. If the kid was honest with themselves, they would have been perfectly content to spend the entire day that way.
However, now that Sans mentioned it...
Biting the inside of their cheek in hesitation, Frisk pulled out their phone and quickly tapped at the keyboard. A mobile website for the local Boardwalk amusement park popped up, advertising for their latest addition; The Great Dipper roller coaster. Made entirely of wood and clocking in at a height of 70 ft and speed of 55 miles per hour, it was the only thing that the other kids at school could talk about. All of Frisk’s friends had taken a ride on it at least once.
They had tried to explain that to their mother, however she had taken one look at the attraction and immediately declared it much too dangerous. She had suggested that Frisk ride that “lovely carousel” instead.
The child had a moment of guilt. This was information that they, likely, should be indulging to the skeleton, but...surely, Sans was a responsible monster in his own right. He could make his own choices on what was ok and not. Frisk just didn’t want to influence his decision making process, that was all.
Somehow that reasoning didn’t make them feel completely innocent, but they still kept their mouth shut as they showed the screen to Sans and waited apprehensively for a response.
Sh*t and Shenanigans
Starter for @badtimereset
New side blog!
I’ve decided to turn this blog into solely a “Frisk” blog (for the most part). If you’ve been following me and have been wanting to roleplay with Chara, please go to my new blog for them here:
http://countingeverysin.tumblr.com/
Thank you! ^^
@frisklovespie
Well, well, well. What have we here~? Are you lost, darling?
[[i think mod sans is also coming up with a starter, but here is one for mettaton! i see you have a few muses so this is open to any of them :) thanks for your message, and i hope this will be fun!]]
Hotland wasn’t an area that Papyrus tended to visit frequently. It was a good distance away from his home in Snowdin, and that in itself was quite a problem. After all, that was where all of his puzzles were placed, and without someone Great there, who would watch over and re-calibrate them in case of a human?
…and, that aside, Hotland was always very, well…hot. It was very uncomfortable. Sweaty bones didn’t suit a heroic skeleton, such as himself.
Yet there he was, wandering around the rocky terrain, searching for the one monster capable of eluding his masterful finding skills; his brother, Sans.
Now, usually, his lazy bones of a brother could be found napping at his station, but he hadn’t found him there. Papyrus had continued to search the area, to no avail.
Surely, Sans ability to hide so well stemmed from having a family member so Great at things as Papyrus. He would be proud, were it not so irritating.
After a bit more walking than the skeleton would have liked, however, he did manage to stumble upon a familiar monster face, or, well…robotic face.
“AH! METTATON! HOW WONDERFUL TO SEE YOU!” Papyrus raised his hand in a friendly gesture to wave, “THOUGH I AM AFRAID YOU ARE MISTAKEN. YOU SEE, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM NEVER LOST! NYEH HEH HEH HEH…HEH…”
He looked around his surroundings…and realized that he recognized nothing.
“…AH…HOWEVER…I, AH, COULD USE A BIT OF ASSISTANCE. I AM LOOKING FOR MY BROTHER. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?”
“Your brother?” Mettaton crosses his arms, cocking his head in thought. “I suppose you mean that other skeleton? Well. I might have seen him, and I might not have. How shall we settle this?” He grins, meeting Papyrus’ gaze with a fierce intensity. “How about a game? I haven’t done trivia in a while~ Or perhaps you’d like to do something else?
The tall skeleton nodded, and made a mental note to begin carrying a picture of his brother in his pocket for just these circumstances.
“YES, HE TOO IS A SKELETON! HE IS NOT AS, AH…TALL, HOWEVER. AH, HE WEARS A VERY LARGE JACKET…AND HE TELLS VERY BAD JOKES!”
He tried to think of other ways to describe his lazy bone of a sibling, but before he could think of the words an irresistible offer was put before him.
“A GAME?” Papyrus felt his skeleton grin widen in anticipation, “OH YES, I LOVE GAMES! WHAT KIND OF GAME? WOULD IT BE LIKE A PUZZLE? I SHOULD WARN YOU THAT I AM AN EXPERT AT PUZZLE MAKING -AND- SOLVING.”
Small Delay
Hello everyone! Replies may be a bit slow going until after Monday. I'll try to respond when I can, but this weekend is pretty booked, so we'll see! Thank you, and have a great weekend!
@frisklovespie
“Ah -hahahaha…..Long time no see, dirty brother killer~“ Sans smirks, left eye blazing. “Come to haunt me again?“
The golden judgement hall that hosted the never ending battle between Chara, the human, and Sans, the skeleton, seemed almost like a second home.
And why wouldn’t it, Chara mused as he strolled past the familiar pillars and large, stained-glass windows. The boy had lost count of how many timelines he’d used to visit the area, stopped every time by a pathetic monster who didn’t know when to quit. He now knew every corner and crack of the hall as if it were his very own.
He stopped in the same spot he paused in every time before his fight with the skeleton would begin. It had been a long time since Sans had said anything new to him, but the child still held out hope that he would be surprised. The monsters dialogue was always an amusement, but it grew stale after being repeated so many times.
Patiently, Chara waited, inspecting the edges of his knife as his opponent prepared himself for their FIGHT. He frowned a bit at a nicked edge along the blade; he hadn’t noticed that before…and he always noticed everything.
He’d have to keep an eye on that.
“…..You know…“ Sans starts, his eyes fading back from black and blue to being a milky white. “……This has gone on long enough. I’m sure somewhere, in some timeline, my brother is happy. Who knows? Maybe he is finally becoming part of the royal guard…..maybe he is getting to meet Mettaton for the first time in person…………..maybe he is….looking for me…….? Why would he be-“ Something washes over him, and he can feel his throat tighten. It is hard to tell by glance alone, but he is shaking, as if he is about to cry. He closes his eyes, shrugging it off. “Whatever. There is no real way for me to stop you, is there? …..Each and every time, you’ll just keep coming back………..What could I possibly say to make you change your mind?“ He pauses for a moment. “…Nothing. Hm…I figured as much.“ He finally opens his eyes again, revealing pitch black voids. “…I miss my brother, and I’d very much like to see him again. Lets get this over with. “
Chara frowned and lowered his knife; this dialogue was certainly new, but entirely unsatisfactory. The skeleton seemed ready to simply give up, and though his persistence had always been an annoyance before, it had also provided a challenge in an otherwise dull world.
The child took an irritated breath through his nostrils. To be honest, it wasn’t very fair of the universe to give monsters such potential, what with their magic and all, only to have the creatures be nothing more than sniffling weaklings. All of them, every single monster he’d encountered, had been weighed down by kindness and sentiments. Even their “great” royal guardian was brought to her demise through her attachment to some little monster child who didn’t have arms, for goodness sake. It wasn’t as if killing the little thing would have been that awful; in fact, it would have been better for the deformed monster.
The skeleton had been Chara’s only hope that perhaps not all monsters were entirely worthless, yet here he was now, broken before the child had even attempted his first attack. It was extremely frustrating.
“No.” The words tumbled from his lips, calm and soft. It was perhaps the first word he had ever spoken to the monster before him.
“I don’t think I’ll let you see him again.” He continued, lifting his chin in consideration, “I’m going to kill you; and then I’m going to reset. Then I’ll kill you again. And again. And I will continue to reset your miserable life until you become something worth killing.”
Chara took a step forward, and with a precision gained through unrelenting practice, lunged himself towards the monster with his blade ready to slice.
What to expect when you have a demon child *Roleplay*
Well. That was it, she supposed.
Chara looked at her newly donned clothes in the changing rooms mirror. They fit well enough. In some ways it made her feel refreshed; at least with proper fitting attire she could be more mobile. In others ways, though...
The toddler looked at her crumbled old shirt laying on the ground, the only remaining proof that she had once been so much more than she was now.
Chara was not a sentimental person. Items could be replaced. It was only rarely that she felt a certain connection to something, like the knife that was abandoned in the golden hallway...and now, the shirt that no longer had any use to her.
She didn’t want to let it go.
Her tiny hands picked up the “old Chara’s” shirt and ran a thumb over its’ fabric. Fabric that had, in so many different timelines, been soaked with her sweat and blood. With her DETERMINATION. Wiped clean with every successful reset. Perhaps she’d been a fool to think that her power was unlimited. Everything had a price, after all.
Chara tightened her grip on the shirt. She would keep it, she decided. Just in case her body returned to normal in the horrible timeline that trapped her. The chances of such a miracle were damn near non-existent, but she held onto the thought all the same.
The skeleton was waiting for her when she emerged from the changing room, and an unfamiliar look flashed across his expression. It was gone fairly quickly, however, so Chara deemed it unimportant. She felt eyes staring her down across the room, and on instinct turned to face the challenge.
It was one of the store employees. Oh, how adorable! It seemed the pathetic little monster was upset that she had made a mess of their clothing rack, having tossed her rejected items to the floor. Their tough attitude was easily dampened once she met their stare, however. They averted their gaze down to the ground, silently picking up the tossed clothing and hangers. That was the most wonderful thing about the Underground species Chara had come to know; they were so easily dominated. Even as a fucking toddler, they were hesitant to stand up to her.
Well...most of them were, anyway. Chara glanced back over to the skeleton beside her and felt a twist in her stomach, missing the good old days when he looked at her with fear instead of strained patience.
There wasn’t much to be done about it for the moment though, and so she quietly followed his lead to Grillby’s, holding her shirt like child would hold their blanket. She would make him scared of her again, someday....hopefully.
The transportation wasn’t quite as jarring this time as they stepped into the family bar. Chara had been to the little eatery once before, but it had been empty. It was by no means full now, but there were little clusters of monsters lounging about as they ate and drank. Their reaction to her presence was a bit more subdued than those at the store had been. They were likely too distracted to truly notice her.
She stared down a monsters hand as he picked up a knife to cut his food. It wasn’t a very sharp knife, sadly, but she had made due with less in the past...
Perhaps this trip wouldn’t be a waste after all.
@frisklovespie
“Ah -hahahaha…..Long time no see, dirty brother killer~“ Sans smirks, left eye blazing. “Come to haunt me again?“
The golden judgement hall that hosted the never ending battle between Chara, the human, and Sans, the skeleton, seemed almost like a second home.
And why wouldn’t it, Chara mused as he strolled past the familiar pillars and large, stained-glass windows. The boy had lost count of how many timelines he’d used to visit the area, stopped every time by a pathetic monster who didn’t know when to quit. He now knew every corner and crack of the hall as if it were his very own.
He stopped in the same spot he paused in every time before his fight with the skeleton would begin. It had been a long time since Sans had said anything new to him, but the child still held out hope that he would be surprised. The monsters dialogue was always an amusement, but it grew stale after being repeated so many times.
Patiently, Chara waited, inspecting the edges of his knife as his opponent prepared himself for their FIGHT. He frowned a bit at a nicked edge along the blade; he hadn’t noticed that before...and he always noticed everything.
He’d have to keep an eye on that.
