hhHHELLO! m-My NAME IS NeEDLEs...

[ INACTIVE, MAIN IS KRISOMANCY! ]

[needleburntelsen]

Kris | 20 | he/they | mixed Filipino

HEY @chaosomniac is my main blog now!! this blog is inactive indefinitely

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still inactive.. ahh

my current main blog is called cheshxred now but i may change the url soon

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im so sorry i abandoned this blog oops but yeah im not into OFF anymore so uhh i have my personal tumblr keyesdee97 but i dont post art or anything there

BUT i do have a deviantArt i somewhat post art often enough on, it’s keyesdee97 if you wanna see more of my stuff! i try to stick with few usernames

my webcomic blog tangirothehero is also pretty inactive but once in a while i post things there i dont post on deviantArt

[needleburntelsen]

“ZACHARIE? SUCH a STRANGE FELLOW he IS...”

Needles was sitting on the counter in the shop’s front room, tapping a finger on his chin, thinking. Zacharie... Sometimes, he would buy supplies from the odd merchant, but he never really had the guts to ask about that strange face. Or was it a mask? He couldn’t tell. Sometimes... a man would come into his shop, requesting weird baseball tunics to be made. Now that he thought about it, that man could have been Zacharie... but with a change of face. Huh. That seemed OFF. Who would the merchant sell baseball tunics to? If only he knew. If only he knew the reason why the ghost problem in the Shopping Mall seemed to have disappeared. 

[needleburntelsen]

someBODY once told me the world was gonna roll me, i ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

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....hhh....

“H-HeLLO SIR! WELcome to TAILORING AND TIES. …ARE you ALRIGHT…?”

He looked uncertain. Usually, visitors or customers would say more than a faint gasp. Or perhaps this person was shy?

[thenamesmad]

Red tie coughed nervously, he was always shy around the Elsens that where different from the normal ones “i-i-i’m fine I was just w-wondering if you could….hhh….h-help me with a tie r-related problem.”

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Needles leaned forward, bending down a little, so that his face was a bit closer to the red tie-wearing Elsen. 

“A TIE related PROBLEM, you say? O-OH, OF COURSE! ABSOLUTELY! That’s what THIS SHOP is for- ALONG WITH O-OTHER THINGS! HOW MAy I help you, SIR?”

He pulled a pen and notepad out from under his counter- along with some papers of tie designs and shop information. He clicked the pen, ready to jet down what this possible customer will need.

[thenamesmad]

Elsen jumped back a little “w-well I bought this tie f-from zacharie and it w-won’t come OFF! I’ve t-tried everything but it won’t b-budge I can only loosen and adjust i-it!” He spoke in a worried tone

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The Elsen tailor tapped his chin with a long spindly finger in thought. He wrote down the details... Zacharie? He never really thought much about the strange... merchant. But after reading some books and going to the Park, he knows an inkling of information. He seemed like a cool guy, but somewhat out of place...

“Z-ZACHARIE, AY? The MERCHANT and APPARENT OWNER of T-THE PARK? Well well WELL! Have you... A-ASKED HIM HOW TO GET IT OFF? IF YOU DID, to no avail, HAVE YOU TRIED REFUNDING IT? Or... SELLING IT BACK TO HIM? IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I... M-MIGHT HAVE TO BRING OUT THE BLOW TORCH... OR THE HEAVY-DUTY SCISSORS...”

The average plastic ties were usually mass-produced by... some strange outside force, and brought to this Zone by... someone. He recalled seeing a misplaced page about a fire bird... Wait, what was he trying to think of? Oh yes, ways to get rid of the tie. Hm, this was all he could think of at the moment...

“Though, PERSONALLY... I THINK THE TIE MAKES YOU... UNIQUE!”

Needles gave the other Elsen a wide, crooked grin.

“U-UNLESS, that’s a PROBLEM where you’re FROM?”

The only times he had to worry about “unique clothes” in this Zone was if said clothes were dangerous- or if he was around the Residential Area...

[needleburntelsen]

Sadly all my off blogs are side blogs and I'm not able to send an ask with any of them but I wanted to say needles is a pretty rad dude, my man. B)

(( yo thanks!! and if you wanna send asks, maybe you could do it with your main- just add your side blog’s username at the last or start in parenthesis? that’s what i see most people do ))

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(holy shit look at that cutie patoot! I want to literally hug the shit out of him for being so adorable!! ;w; ahem. I mean hi there, welcome to the fandom ;w; )

(( omg wOw i didn’t originally intend for him to be thIS CUTE but thanks!! also good luck on your fan game! i might check it out when i have the time- along with 50 other things i need to check out ))

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(( likewise here. oh and welcome to the off fandom! or maybe back to the off fandom? i dunno //shrug ))

(( thanks! yeah, i played off for the first time a few weeks ago ))

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(( silent screaming because mun is also from the philippines-- hello hello! ;w; / ))

(( oh my gosh hELLO THERE!! wow i didnt think i’d find someone from the philippines too- i mean, a generous amount of people in my school know undertale but yeah OFF is different ))

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....hhh....

“H-HeLLO SIR! WELcome to TAILORING AND TIES. …ARE you ALRIGHT…?”

He looked uncertain. Usually, visitors or customers would say more than a faint gasp. Or perhaps this person was shy?

[thenamesmad]

Red tie coughed nervously, he was always shy around the Elsens that where different from the normal ones “i-i-i’m fine I was just w-wondering if you could….hhh….h-help me with a tie r-related problem.”

[needleburntelsen]

Needles leaned forward, bending down a little, so that his face was a bit closer to the red tie-wearing Elsen. 

“A TIE related PROBLEM, you say? O-OH, OF COURSE! ABSOLUTELY! That’s what THIS SHOP is for- ALONG WITH O-OTHER THINGS! HOW MAy I help you, SIR?”

He pulled a pen and notepad out from under his counter- along with some papers of tie designs and shop information. He clicked the pen, ready to jet down what this possible customer will need.

[needleburntelsen]

[aaah omg thanks!]

((you’re welcome!! oh man you deserve more notes))

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....hhh....

“H-HeLLO SIR! WELcome to TAILORING AND TIES. …ARE you ALRIGHT…?”

He looked uncertain. Usually, visitors or customers would say more than a faint gasp. Or perhaps this person was shy?

[needleburntelsen]

[omg i love your art style wowie]

((omg wowie thanks!! aa gosh your art is really nice i didn’t think mine would particularly stand out or anything- also im not sure whether to answer privately or not...?))

[needleburntelsen]

weLL arent u a qt patootie :->

“AWW, YOU MAKE ME BLUSH, SWEETIE!”

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The tall Elsen tailor seemed a bit... unsure. His bald head was a bit moist.

“hHELLO, DEAR! WELL, f-fearless IS BUT A NICKNAME GIVEN TO ME. A RATHER BRAVE NICKNAME, I MUST ADD... AND for your SECOND QUESTION- O-OF COURSE I’m not afrAID of t-the ROLLER COASTER! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE GOING to the PARK..! I SOMETIMES GO THERE TO PLAY THE BALLOON-POPPING GAME...”

Indeed, the Elsen loved the Park. However... being in such a high, fast-paced ride often left him gasping for breath. And nauseous. He shuddered. That doesn’t mean he isn’t willing to go on the ride if he was asked or dared to, however. Ego before fear, of course. 

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“OPEN”

reads the sign on the door of a humble little store in the monotonously blue Shopping Mall. Above the door, there is another sign- "TAILORING AND TIES” it says. Looking through the translucent plastic door, you would see see a tall, well-dressed Elsen leaning on the counter. You enter the shop...

The tall Elsen greets you with a crooked smile. He seems to be the owner of the shop. The tailor’s eyes seem... different. He took a deep breath (or was it a gasp?) before continuing on.

“A-ARE YOu a visitor? OR a CUStomer? IT MATTERS NOT! FOR YOU, my dear, ARE A-ALWAYS WELCOME TO COME IN. ARE YOU Here to buy  a TIE? REQUEST A SUIT? REQUEST REPAIRS? Or perHAPS... have a f-friendly little CHAT? Or perHAPS... S-SOMETHING... else? AHAH. AS LONG AS MY H-HUMBLE LITTLE SHOP IS OPEN, the CHOICE is YOURS... BY THE WAY, yOU can CALL me NEEDLES..!”

His white gaze scanned you up and down. Have you made your choice yet, stranger?

((Not really an open starter, but more of an introduction. I prefer that if you want to reply to this- send in an ask.))