ARTFUL, THE ONE AND ONLY

"For my next trick, I shall make the Civillians of Robloxia VANISH!"

[monochromemagician]

INTRO POST

Hello! I'm Cedric (They/He/Xe/It + Neos) or @vantapandemonium owner of this blog, the basic rules are simple no NSFW/Kink or generally freaks I will block you on site. Other ask blogs are welcomed to interact and do be warned this is my au version of him so there might be lore differences! Also Magic Anons are allowed!

An example of Artful's text is "Text" it will be Purple!

A special someone's will be "Text"

Refs for designs are under read! Thanks for reading! Tags are #askes , #masterpieces (art) , #doubletrouble (for long rp interactions) and #offstage (ooc)

[monochromemagician]

im artful plush

@artful_plush_offical

[Blink blink]

"Didn't know magical plushies existed?"

[the-death-of-a-magician]

“𝐔𝐡- 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈?”

The Scientist looked around… looks like he had somehow teleported again. However this time, it wasn’t caused by the broken wand he held in his black gloved hand. The sight of a monochrome magician nearby caught the attention of his eye. His outfit, looked familiar with the black and white scientists. Similar to the stage outfit he used to wear before having a job of being a biologist at the Science Institute. Brings him pretty bad flashbacks, but the Scientist digressed. He awkwardly waved at the Magician and tried to only focus on his face. Just. Act like this is like a stage. An act!

- @escapetheevillabat3am

———————

OOC: HELLO THERE! YES I AM ONE OF THOSE CERTAIN PPL WHO WANTED TO EXTEND ARTFULS M!A HIII

*The magician turns to look at them. They seem a little worried about seeing another person here, but speak up nonetheless*

Hello?

[Artful 2/25]

[monochromemagician]

[Another one appears, this one taller than all of them with a cape as well. Seemingly he was busy with something with his wand out and a frenzied look in his eyes, only to soften when he saw the others.]

"...Bonjour!"

[escapetheevillabat3am]

“𝐇𝐢?….𝐮𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” One Artful… two? Artful’s???? Oh, crap! One of them speak French! “𝐎𝐇! 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫! 𝐉𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥! 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐬-𝐭𝐮?”

Oh god, the one who just came was quite tall! Honestly, the Scientist here felt so out of the place. With their flashy and fashionable outfits compared to his more beaten up and worn down look…., he didn’t like the feeling of being left out… but let’s just ignore that for a second shall we?

[monochromemagician]

[He squatted down a bit to get a better talking point with 3AM!Artful, the beaten up look of this one was... Concerning. Not as much as the faint red covering his own clothing that's definitely not blood.]

"Ah don't worry! I can understand you fine either way!"

[the-death-of-a-magician]

“𝐔𝐡- 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈?”

The Scientist looked around… looks like he had somehow teleported again. However this time, it wasn’t caused by the broken wand he held in his black gloved hand. The sight of a monochrome magician nearby caught the attention of his eye. His outfit, looked familiar with the black and white scientists. Similar to the stage outfit he used to wear before having a job of being a biologist at the Science Institute. Brings him pretty bad flashbacks, but the Scientist digressed. He awkwardly waved at the Magician and tried to only focus on his face. Just. Act like this is like a stage. An act!

- @escapetheevillabat3am

———————

OOC: HELLO THERE! YES I AM ONE OF THOSE CERTAIN PPL WHO WANTED TO EXTEND ARTFULS M!A HIII

*The magician turns to look at them. They seem a little worried about seeing another person here, but speak up nonetheless*

Hello?

[Artful 2/25]

[monochromemagician]

[Another one appears, this one taller than all of them with a cape as well. Seemingly he was busy with something with his wand out and a frenzied look in his eyes, only to soften when he saw the others.]

"...Bonjour!"

[monochromemagician]

Hey there!

★ @the-death-of-a-magician

[Augh!]

"Who are you?!"

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]

[deathofanartist]

“Yeah? Well—” Maybe he shouldn't sass an alternative version of himself actually. Cutting himself off, he let out a shaky breath as he attempted to get himself to relax. Pushing himself onto his feet, he grabbed his hat off the ground and— carefully scooping the Dove up and off in one hand— placed it back onto his head.

“Not.. there isn't a lot of other places where I can.” And the Dove is on his hat now. That made him feel slightly better. “Plus, uh.. didn't.. mean to actually sleep out here.”

[monochromemagician]

[Looking at the dove, he rummaged through his hat. Pulling out a black and white pigeon. It cooed before going to sit on his shoulder.]

"I did try the bunker once... not exactly my greatest idea but it worked for at least over a week- and what? Did you accidentally fall asleep?"

[deathofanartist]

More birds... For a moment, he seemed to want to pet the bird, before immediately pulling his hand away when he realized what he was doing. God. He fiddles with his wand instead.

“... Right, the Bunkers...” There's something in his voice, quiet as it is, that seems to hold.. what could only be described as dread from the thought alone. He doesn't want to stay overnight there ever again.

“That's.. good, for you.” His tone is genuine, one of his hands rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get the sleepiness to go away— only to freeze at the last question. “Ah. Uhm. No?” Sir that is a lie and an obvious one at that. He's horrible at this.

[monochromemagician]

"Did you have the same idea? I think I even have some scars from the revolvers!- Eugh."

[He noticed the reaching hand for Trick (his pigeon), he picked it up gently before placing it into his open hand. The bird seemed unphased.]

"... You're terrible at lying."

[He had a smug face, oh my god he looks so stupid.]

[deathofanartist]

He chuckled slightly, nervous. “Yeah, uh. It.. I only stayed for a day or two— I couldn't.. stay any longer then that.” Nothing hurt him there, sure, but... there were so many cameras. Not enough exits. If he got caught, he wouldn't have made it. He wouldn't. Breath, Arts, breath.

“Ah—” Aww, he's embarrassed. Head turned away slightly, a small grin is barely visible on his face. “Aha.. I know, I know..”

Birb... He's looking at Trick now!! His hand comes up again, more hesitant this time. “Uh... Can I...?” Pet the bird. Do it.

[monochromemagician]

"Of course! He's used to pets."

[The bird had it's eyes closed, a red ribbon tied gently around his neck. It seemed well loved for a older pigeon. Meanwhile he was holding his own dove, he did always have a soft spot for them.]

[monochromemagician]

bro cmon the FUTURE IS NOW! Robloxians are so last decade! Embrace the future bro!

"Badware how did you get in my inbox..."

[Anddd he's back to normal! However he is still on the floor soaked in water. He's coughing violently.]

"Please never do that again."

[monochromemagician]

*hoses down Artful* YOU NEED LESS MAKEUP MY GOD

[HORRIBLE SCREAMING, HES A ROBOT CURRENTLY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOINGGGG]

"I DON'T EVEN WEAR ANY-"

[M!A ARTWARE FOR 5 ASKES: 4/5]

[monochromemagician]

bro try to like. compromise a pc. it would be a fun test. no?

"Why would I want to do that?! I don't even know how they teleport from computer to computer anyways."

[He thought back to a double trouble round, it was... chaotic to say the least. Getting pieces of metal out of his clothes wasn't pleasant.]

[M!A ARTWARE FOR 5 ASKES: 3/5]

[monochromemagician]

fartware

"Fuck you."

[M!A ARTWARE FOR 5 ASKES: 2/5]

[monochromemagician]

At least you aren't apart of Badware's network? Wait, just how radically different do you feel?

"OH MON DIEU, COMMENT LES GENS VIVENT-ILS COMME ÇA?!" (OH GOD, HOW DO PEOPLE LIVE LIKE THIS?!)

[He takes a minute to calm down, leaning against a wall]

"For starters I don't have flesh anymore! And- I'm gonna be sick-"

[M!A ARTWARE FOR 5 ASKES: 1/5]

[monochromemagician]

PREPARE THYSELF MAGICIAN! FOR IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND TRUE POWER! M!A YOU ARE NOW A BADWARE FOR 5 ASKS! ...wait I mean-

"..."

[Anddd he's immediately screaming]

[M!A ARTWARE FOR 5 ASKES]

[the-death-of-a-magician]

[You thought it couldn't get any worse? Someone is here!]

"Magician! I heard something happened-"

[Look down at the child. What in Cesus's name is going on here.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

...hi. yes it's me.

[Child!Magician 6/10]

[monochromemagician]

[He sorta gets down on one knee so they can be eye level, it sorta reminds him of talking with younger fans]

"How did this you even get like this?- I couldn't even do this sort of magic if I tried!"

[...He's kinda resisting the urge to pat them on the head but he needs to stay focused.]

[the-death-of-a-magician]

Some idiot on tumblr used one of those "Magic Anon" things and now I'm like this. My teammates keep patronising me too.

*yeah they don't seem too happy about being a kid again, kinda hard to take them seriously with their high pitched/child voice though.*

[monochromemagician]

"You can always punch them in the gut to make them stop! And do you think they're going to use one on me? I hope not."

[Ok he lets out a tiny giggle, sorry he's not immune to this.]

[the-death-of-a-magician]

[You thought it couldn't get any worse? Someone is here!]

"Magician! I heard something happened-"

[Look down at the child. What in Cesus's name is going on here.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

...hi. yes it's me.

[Child!Magician 6/10]

[monochromemagician]

[He sorta gets down on one knee so they can be eye level, it sorta reminds him of talking with younger fans]

"How did this you even get like this?- I couldn't even do this sort of magic if I tried!"

[...He's kinda resisting the urge to pat them on the head but he needs to stay focused.]

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]

[deathofanartist]

“Yeah? Well—” Maybe he shouldn't sass an alternative version of himself actually. Cutting himself off, he let out a shaky breath as he attempted to get himself to relax. Pushing himself onto his feet, he grabbed his hat off the ground and— carefully scooping the Dove up and off in one hand— placed it back onto his head.

“Not.. there isn't a lot of other places where I can.” And the Dove is on his hat now. That made him feel slightly better. “Plus, uh.. didn't.. mean to actually sleep out here.”

[monochromemagician]

[Looking at the dove, he rummaged through his hat. Pulling out a black and white pigeon. It cooed before going to sit on his shoulder.]

"I did try the bunker once... not exactly my greatest idea but it worked for at least over a week- and what? Did you accidentally fall asleep?"

[deathofanartist]

More birds... For a moment, he seemed to want to pet the bird, before immediately pulling his hand away when he realized what he was doing. God. He fiddles with his wand instead.

“... Right, the Bunkers...” There's something in his voice, quiet as it is, that seems to hold.. what could only be described as dread from the thought alone. He doesn't want to stay overnight there ever again.

“That's.. good, for you.” His tone is genuine, one of his hands rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get the sleepiness to go away— only to freeze at the last question. “Ah. Uhm. No?” Sir that is a lie and an obvious one at that. He's horrible at this.

[monochromemagician]

"Did you have the same idea? I think I even have some scars from the revolvers!- Eugh."

[He noticed the reaching hand for Trick (his pigeon), he picked it up gently before placing it into his open hand. The bird seemed unphased.]

"... You're terrible at lying."

[He had a smug face, oh my god he looks so stupid.]

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]

[deathofanartist]

“Yeah? Well—” Maybe he shouldn't sass an alternative version of himself actually. Cutting himself off, he let out a shaky breath as he attempted to get himself to relax. Pushing himself onto his feet, he grabbed his hat off the ground and— carefully scooping the Dove up and off in one hand— placed it back onto his head.

“Not.. there isn't a lot of other places where I can.” And the Dove is on his hat now. That made him feel slightly better. “Plus, uh.. didn't.. mean to actually sleep out here.”

[monochromemagician]

[Looking at the dove, he rummaged through his hat. Pulling out a black and white pigeon. It cooed before going to sit on his shoulder.]

"I did try the bunker once... not exactly my greatest idea but it worked for at least over a week- and what? Did you accidentally fall asleep?"

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]