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@universalextortion
rules - muses
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Heaven never ever heard a word I said
I've cried enough to raise the dead
"Everything comes and goes, " they say
Here tomorrow, gone today
an exploration in repetition, trying again until you get things right, and never giving up… even when giving up might be the better option
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universally loved by junestar
I'm about to get really normal.
"despite everything, it's still you."
universalexploitation, an independent undertale multimuse roleplay blog featuring original aus and ocs
a study in: repetition, trying again until you get things right, and never giving up… even when giving up might be the better option
low activity - iconless - 18+ only - sideblog, follows back from lcngdays
"you could really go, no one's gonna stop you."
universally loved by junestar - promo credit
"your heart is a muscle the size of your fist. keep on loving. keep on fighting. and hold on. and hold on. hold on for your life."
Red's fingertips scraped absently along the stony wall as he walked, leaving shallow divots into the crumbling rock while he felt out his way, though in truth he likely could trace it by memory alone. His good eyelight bathed the ruins in a dim scarlet, casting shadows stretching across the dusty ground like wayward spirits as they passed.
Iris didn't need to finish his sentence for the large skeleton to understand and although he didn't offer his companion a glance, there may have been the sense that his attention was fixed acutely to him regardless.
"Depends on yer def'nition of survivor really." The long hallway felt as though it would go on forever in a sense, the dim silhouette of the grand door at the end slowly melting into view through the darkness, "'m not the only thing livin' down here, if that's what'cha mean t' ask."
"YOU'RE ALIVE. THO... I'D THAY YOU'RE THURVIVING." Iris responds, moving alongside Red with a small frown on his face. He's looking at the door ahead of him. He thinks back to where he's from. He'd never been to the Ruins there before. In fact, he's rarely been to the Ruins anywhere at all. It was unfamiliar territory.
"HM." Iris nods. "THAT'TH GOOD. ITHOLATION ITHN'T GOOD FOR MONTHTERTH."
Which is all he really has to say about that.
For a moment he thinks he's about to be facing another fight, that recollection that hit Blue clearly agitating him when he'd just about calmed him down. Just his luck. So it's a surprise when instead all but one of the strings slacken and fall away, the sharp pressure that has been cutting into his bones has finally lifted and he rubs at the area with a static-laden sigh. He could just leave Blue here, ditch him in whatever universe this might be and let him rot here - but he's not oblivious to the risk that presents. If the other skeleton figures out how to travel with time then that's just postponing his problem. -- ❝weͤll iͥᴛⷮ waͣs͛n'́ᴛⷮ mͫy faͣuͧlᴛⷮ hͪeͤ waͣs͛ leͤfᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬeͤ aͣloͦneͤ,̓ iͥf ᴛⷮhͪeͤ ᴛⷮwoͦ oͦf yoͦuͧ dͩiͥdͩn'́ᴛⷮ geͤᴛⷮ iͥn mͫy waͣy ᴛⷮhͪeͤn noͦneͤ oͦf ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛ woͦuͧldͩ hͪaͣvͮeͤ hͪaͣррeͤneͤdͩ.❞ And your entire wretched universe would have been erased just like it should have been. -- ❝juͧs͛ᴛⷮ ᴋⷦeͤeͤр iͥn mͫiͥndͩ iͥ'́mͫ oͦuͧᴛⷮᴛⷮaͣ hͪeͤrͬeͤ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ mͫoͦmͫeͤnᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ ᴛⷮwoͦ geͤᴛⷮ yoͦuͧrͬ rͬeͤuͧniͥoͦn,̓ yoͦuͧrͬ uͧniͥvͮeͤrͬs͛eͤ cͨaͣn beͤ yoͦuͧrͬ рrͬoͦbleͤmͫ.❞ Something for future Error to deal with quite frankly, currently he's wearing thin on his quota for having others around him. With the motion of his hand a rift opens up, granting them entry into Blue's empty universe and he moves toward it. -- ❝cͨoͦmͫeͤ oͦn,̓ leͤᴛⷮs͛ geͤᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛ oͦvͮeͤrͬ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ.❞
Blue can feel his anger once again flashing hot against his chest. Not Error's fault? Of course it was Error's fault! What were he and Gold supposed to do, just sit there and let him get away with slaughtering their entire universe? Blue clenches his teeth together and doesn't comment on it, instead just shrugs his shoulders and lets out an annoyed sigh.
"YeS, OKAY, You'RE GONE, THAT's FInE." Blue was a little worried about how he and Gold would fare in the empty universe, but he had hope. A lot more hope than he'd had in the antivoid, that was for sure.
Clutching the string attached to Error's wrist tightly, he follows him into the rift between worlds and into a home he'd left behind.
It's... Strange. Quiet, empty. Blue isn't sure what he really expected from a place that had been without people for so long, but... It was still unsettling. Especially since his memories of this place were so fuzzy. He looks momentarily at Error, then back to the open hallway where they'd had their fight... However long ago. Blue swallows, and then speaks, his voice feeling too loud in the silence.
"...ErROR? HoW LonG... Do YOU knOW HOw LOnG I wAs GoNE?"
Keeping oneself occupied with pointless solo games was one way to stave off the madness of isolation, Gaster supposed. Given how Bermuda is both cognizant and coherent and more or less rational, it even appears to have worked. Granted, he doesn't know how long the skeleton's been alone for. The effectiveness couldn't really be measured. That begged a question in and of itself, but it's not the one he's going to be asking.
After all, it's not the old scientist's main take away from anything that has just been said.
〚 Fix things? 〛That is.
... And also that tightened grip on that damnable stick. Gaster oozes back just a little, again, leaning back to proper stature, inasmuch a lump with a head has a 'proper stature.' 〚 Might I inquire as to what was broken?〛
Bermuda looks down, and lowers the stick, absently patting at the snow with it. It's a relatively pointless gesture, he's not going to slap the snow at Gaster. At least. Not right now. It's just another thing to keep his mind relatively occupied while they talk. But his eyelights stay tilted upwards, in Gaster's direction. Unwilling to let the strange lump creature out of his sight, and, of course, to see what he's trying to say.
"EVERYTHING." He responds, simply, as if the answer was obvious. Truthfully, Bermuda had lost the knack of speaking to people, and understanding that they didn't know what he knew already.
There's a pause, and a sigh, and then he lifts one hand to motion around. "THIS IS-- IT ONLY HAPPENED THIS WAY BECAUSE OF THEM."
──── ✧ moving like a PACIFIST til i split your head BITCH. ─────── ✧ ain't no fucking REST for the WICKED!
indie undertale/deltarune original character . loved by Space . doc (note that i have created Valerie to be family of Frisk. but i will not force that on Frisk rpers, obviously.)
i am 100% okay with ask and personals following this blog since the UT fandom is kinda smol. sideblog: anachroniisrn Bad Sans Gang rp/ask blog
ANACHRONISM; - a thing belonging to a period other than which it exists.
roleplay/ask blog for the Bad Sanses; Dust, Killer, Horror, Error, Cross and Nightmare.
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Iniquitale WD "Bunny" Gaster feat. Comic "Fuse" Sans and Alphys, pen name "Shel" Not for children nor for prudes. Sideblog; follows back from null-siren. [ Rules + Notes ] [ Mun Info ] [ About Bunny ] ⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓⎓
"despite everything, it's still you."
universalexploitation, an independent undertale multimuse roleplay blog featuring original aus and ocs
a study in: repetition, trying again until you get things right, and never giving up… even when giving up might be the better option
low activity - iconless - 18+ only - sideblog, follows back from lcngdays
"you could really go, no one's gonna stop you."
universally loved by junestar - promo credit
"your heart is a muscle the size of your fist. keep on loving. keep on fighting. and hold on. and hold on. hold on for your life."
〚 Dust and snow are difficult to differentiate. 〛That immediate nitpicky, peanut gallery-tier comment aside,〚 Given your immediate reaction to my presence in addition to your sole survivorship, the conclusion is a simple one to make. I do not have any further questions about that. 〛
Curiosity returned in full to the old scientist. With it, he scrutinized Bermuda like a slide under a microscope.〚 While your reasons are of particular interest to me, that shall not be the basis for my next inquiry. No. You are alone courtesy your own actions; you have consigned yourself to a life of inescapable solitude barring moments such as these wherein some outside entity finds itself present in your reality. 〛
Gaster leaned in, as if to get a closer look at the skeleton, as if in doing so he might be able to prise his answer without asking it outright. He only leaned in a little, though--he didn't fancy a hockey stick to the face.〚 Why do you persist? 〛
Decidedly Bermuda doesn't bother responding to the comment about the dust and the snow. He thinks it's a slightly ridiculous comment that doesn't deserve a response anyway! He squints slightly at Gaster, however, as the monster continues signing away.
When he leans in, Bermuda's grip on his hockey stick tightens... But he doesn't swing it. Gaster is an annoyance, but at least he's someone. He's any change in the daily routine of nothingness. It's almost refreshing, if it wasn't so pointedly terrifying.
The signing ends with a question. One Bermuda often tries to avoid pondering himself. He tilts his head to the side, and then looks down at the hockey stick in his hands.
"ONE DAY, THIS WILL ALL JUST BE A DREAM. THE HUMAN WILL RESET, AND I'LL GET ANOTHER CHANCE. AND I'LL FIX THINGS." He explains, despite knowing very well he made it nigh impossible for that demon child to return with the way he tore their soul apart. "SO, I JUST... DO THINGS TO KEEP MYSELF OCCUPIED WHILE I WAIT."
Like play hockey against... No one.
Any attempt to free himself was halted as those strings tightened further, making his legs buckle for a moment as they gripped at the bones in his arm. Concern settled in the pit of his stomach that were they to get any tighter he might just snap under the pressure- and the last thing he wanted was a broken bone. His gaze shot upward from where he was knelt as Blue's anger flared once more, jaw gritted in frustration as much as for the pain. -- ❝yoͦuͧ dͩiͥdͩn'́ᴛⷮ rͬeͤaͣlly giͥvͮeͤ mͫeͤ aͣ cͨhͪaͣncͨeͤ ᴛⷮoͦ fiͥguͧrͬeͤ oͦuͧᴛⷮ whͪeͤrͬeͤ weͤ weͤrͬeͤ goͦiͥng-̄❞ He snarled in return gruffly, as though it should have been common sense. Afterall it had been a dire moment, his focus wasn't exactly on choosing where they might end up. -- ❝yoͦuͧrͬ brͬoͦᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬ wiͥll beͤ baͣcͨᴋⷦ iͥn yoͦuͧrͬ uͧniͥvͮeͤrͬs͛eͤ,̓ iͥ dͩiͥdͩn'́ᴛⷮ dͩoͦ aͣnyᴛⷮhͪiͥng ᴛⷮoͦ hͪiͥmͫ. hͪeͤ'́ll beͤ ᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬeͤ waͣiͥᴛⷮiͥng foͦrͬ yoͦuͧ.❞ Carefully standing, there came a realisation then. If Blue came to realise he was his only key, perhaps he'd be a little more careful with what he was doing. -- ❝buͧᴛⷮ iͥf yoͦuͧ ᴋⷦeͤeͤp ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛ uͧp iͥ woͦn'́ᴛⷮ eͤvͮeͤn cͨoͦns͛iͥdͩeͤrͬ ᴛⷮaͣᴋⷦiͥng yoͦuͧ ᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬeͤ. weͤ cͨaͣn juͧs͛ᴛⷮ s͛ᴛⷮaͣy hͪeͤrͬeͤ foͦrͬeͤvͮeͤrͬ-̄ whͪeͤrͬeͤvͮeͤrͬ hͪeͤrͬeͤ iͥs͛..❞
Blue realizes then that he has a choice to make. Angry or not, he can't kill Error. Not when Error was his only key to getting back to his brother.
"yy--YoU KILLED EVERyONE ElsE in OUr UnIVErse..."
Which meant...
"YOU LEFT HIM THERE ALL ALoNe?"
It wasn't the antivoid, thank the stars for that but the idea that his brother had been there alone for... Years? Had it been years? With no one made Blue feel sick. But he has to stay kind of calm to ensure he doesn't kill Error.
The strings around Error go slack, and all but one, one around his wrist disapate. He looks at Error, distrustful but also just a little hopeful.
"th-thEre! nOW w-w-----wE CAN GO RiGHT?"
At being called out like that Pap winced and hunched his shoulders a little to duck his head into his hoodie, unable to meet Splenda's eye. Guilt crawled up the back of his throat like bile but he forced himself to speak past it. "You're right. I shouldn't have—"
But then Splenda was crying and he lost any train of thought he'd managed to pull together.
He was kneeling down and about to reach out to the distressed duplicate of his little brother before he thought better of it and lowered his half raised hand. Instead he sat back on his heels and lowered his voice to be as gentle and soothing as he could offer, pulling from memories of calming down a crying Sans when he was still a little babybones and they were trying hard to make it on their own.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay Splenda, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna ask anymore. I didn't mean to upset you. Do you want me to get you some water?"
It feels like everything is crashing down on him. He looks at Pap and sees Caramel. Sees his own brother, the brother he let down. The brother he didn't believe about the loops. His own brother who turned on him because of that lapse of loyalty. Tears mixed with that strange black goop cloud his vision.
He can't breathe. He can't speak. He feels entirely paralyzed with guilt and pain and grief.
"no, i-" He wants to assure Pap that he's okay. That he's going to be fine in a minute here when he gets himself under control. But he can't seem to get himself controlled. The tears keep coming despite his best efforts. His soul hurts, and he grips the front of his shirt tight, just under where it's projected in an upsidown heart in front of his chest.
"s-sorry- i'm sorry."
Yeah okay I'm ready to write here again
For the Sick
For those muses who might not be feeling their best. Companion piece to For The Hungry!
For the Worried
"I'm okay, yeah, don't worry."
"It's just a bit of a cold."
"I've got the sniffles."
"a-choo!"
"Do I really look that bad..?"
"I feel okay. I think."
"I'm gonna be sick."
"I feel dizzy."
"My legs feel all... weird..."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm not hungry.. I don't wanna eat."
"Whoo. Give me a minute?"
"You don't need to take care of me."
"Thanks for being here."
"I just want to lay down."
For the Sick
"Lay down, would ya?"
"You need to rest."
"I can get you some soup."
"You're really warm."
"You're burning up."
"You need water."
"Stop fighting me, I'm trying to help."
"You have a fever. I'm running you a bath."
"Hey, okay, I got you, lean on me."
"It's just me! It's just me!"
"I want to take care of you."
"You're allowed to let me help, y'know."
"You're not going to work tomorrow."
"Rest. That's not a choice."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"O-oh, that's okay! I'm h-happy to see someone." He was slowly starting to relax as it seemed like Sal was nice, or at least polite. "I'm usually b-by myself so it's n-nice to talk to someone."
The explanation for what a void was was interesting and made him look around again, trying to process that. "A pl-place between worlds...huh. I g-guess that could be it. It w-would make sense why there w-was nothing else here then. B-but I've always been here, never kn-knew there was anything else until s-someone visited m-me a long time ago."
Salvia nods along. Yeah, he'd imagine that this guy would like seeing someone. Living here seemed miserable. Living alone in general seemed miserable. It wasn't the type of thing Sal would ever be interested in.
[ Who visited you before? ] He asks, though, based on his reaction to his signing... He had an idea who it might have been.
