The Royal Scientist (Archived)

Dark, Darker Yet Darker (This is an Indie RP blog for the multiple fragments of the Supposed Royal Scientist W.G. Gaster, father to Sans and Papyrus) [Current M!A: None] Rules | Mute | Toxicity | Ingenuity | Finality | Eternity | Abomination

[wingdgaster-a]

As long as you make a side blog under the URL as soon as you change it you should be able to side blog the URL for this one

//I know as much, I’m just certain with tumblr’s absolutely splendid coding, sarcasm intended, there’s gonna be a 24 hour loophole to jump through-- definitely saving this project for the weekend when I have the time to sit down and wait out this kind of thing--

//Otherwise! Good to be back!

[wingdgaster-a]

WELCOME BACK BITCH

//th e f KUC is up my dude--! Yes though I am most definitely going to be revamping this blog when I get the time to-- and with the resurgence, I’m definitely bringing back this blog-- maybe under a main blog if I can swap this shit around and not have someone else nab my URL out from under me--

[wingdgaster-a]

//inh al e s

//h ol y S H IT I LOST THE PASSWORD TO THIS BLOG AND IT’S BEEN LITERAL YEARS-- AND I KNOW THIS GASTER BLOG IS AGES OUTTA DATE-- BUT DAMN SON I FOUND IT AND I AM SO BA CK--

[wingdgaster-a]

Resurgence - Closed RP

[wingdgaster-a]

lastinggaster:

* Greetings.

His voice seems soft than it had been, but if it were due to passage of time, or to appear less harsh to his old friend, the mute fragment wouldn’t know. Eight approaches the other, quickly closing the distance between the two-

surprisingly with a soft smile on his face, too. Had things changed that much?

* I-its been a while, hasn’t it? I’m sorry I didn't stick around for our last meeting…I’ve been a little shy. Things haven't gone too well for myself-

* How are you, though? from the looks of it, you’ve got a couple of stories to tell.

Eight tilts his head at the scars, the missing arm, the cane…the other looked a mess…but the fact he’d survived through whatever had left the ugly marks had to be impressive.

      He... to say he smiled... in comparison to his old bubbly beams... was a bit of an overstatement. A faint chortle however and he shook his head, it seemed he didn’t mind the other’s hasty retreat in their last encounter. 

      It was honestly preferred, what with how not much longer after... Mute had been personally robbed of his own arm. Gods only knew what would happen to Eight if... Toxicity... got his hands on him...

      His smile dropped if only a bit, and he in turn nodded at the other’s statement, disguising his own shift in mood and memory with the topic at hand. His hand again if only briefly left his cane to spell out with a swirling light of letter tracing energies.

          ‘I am fine, a bit nomadic though I might say,            tends to happen when you’re running from            someone with something of theirs you never            intended to take’ 

      He again chortled, gesturing to his own cranium for but a moment with his cane gripping hand. He paused and stepped a tad more forward... he had no path in mind in getting away from the sludgey fragment... just to really wander... perhaps the same could be said for Eight? As such, he made an almost offertory motion, welcoming the other to perhaps walk with him a while, if only to pass the time in their individual journeys.

[sanguith]

Please can I be

please can I be

colourful and free?

[wingdgaster-a]

((Know mcfuckin wot m8, I have the most serious need to make that Mettaton blog, ghhhh, anyone know any good URLs??

[nxcecream-archive]

monstersuggestions :

The urge to sink my claws into the soft tissue of your throat and watch the blood pour is nigh unbearable. Choke on it. Scramble your fingers against the flesh of my hand and beg for mercy, call me monster. Know that you brought this on yourself.

[wingdgaster-a]

jessicabiotech replied to your post “☻”

Guess he doesn't like shirt and jeans.

Nah darlin’ he’s more tryina show ya how to show off the diva within, jeans ain’t got nothin to do with it ;y

[wingdgaster-a]

☹ ((tell us!))

For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore.

     There’s a rounding bounce of heels clicking, almost as though an eager child is giddily hurrying by after the next big fascination of the day... albeit far larger. 

      The firm thump of a shoulder cracking into another person’s resounds and the gangly stranger goes spinning with a confused blink and giggle, “Pardon there! Gotta do this-” He pauses, teetering his head with a guttural grunt and a wiggle of his hand, “Well! I’m not really feelin’ much at liberty t’say, more just in a hurry!” He gave a sudden fling to spin round before spiraling back round, “By the way, if ya see anything that looks like living chewing gum but about five feet tall and frankly smells a bit like cheese-... run, ‘kay?” 

      His tone shifted from merry to grim, and back round with the flick of some unseen switch before he turned back round and skittered off with bouncing thumps of his heels on pavement...

      What a peculiar man...

[wingdgaster-a]

// Just wanted to say, I loved your bit where you RPed MTT for that meme. I could really hear him in that piece.

((Gosh golly!! Thank you friendo!! I mean I’ve been wanting to do an MTT blog for ages, and all my friends hear my readings of Metta and they keep urging me to make the blog and maybe voice MTT as well but aA A i get so chick en. So that actually really helps me a lot to hear that, friendo!!

[wingdgaster-a]

☹

For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore.

    “You’ve quite the gall...” Golden hues burned a hole into the back of the wanderer... searing curiosity swam at the idea of just how this outlander could have staggered into his kingdom... “Wandering lands in which you’ve no right to gallivant through...” It was but a second before his hand rose with an airy flick, fiery bolts of vicious red hanging about the air behind him.

     “Alas... you might’ve been useful...” And with a flick of the wrist, the ethereal bolts fired forth...

[wingdgaster-a]

☻

send a ☻ for a muse I would like to play, but haven’t yet!

       There’s a gentle and condescending sort of chuckle before rounding clicks of the heels to elegant heels clacking over the wooden floors of the stage-to-be as the starlet strutted nearer. 

      “No, no, no, no, no-!” There’s a rolling and almost disappointed sort of sigh, the dramatic sigh flutters from their lips and a hand meets the bot’s brow. “Goodness me, Darling, it’s as though no one has ever taught you the ways of glamour-!”

     He gives a grand huff and plants his hands on his hips, cocking one hip to the side and flutters his lashes with a flirtatious wink. “Guess it’s time you learned then~”

[wingdgaster-a]

☹

For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore.

       A looming magenta mist hovered about the abandoned grounds, the very soils thundering with a seething light. “I’d turn back if I were you...” The faint image of a man is seen drifting in the scant shadows, “Haven’t you heard ghosts come out at night...?”

[rockinrpmemes]

For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore. Or send a ☻ for a muse I would like to play, but haven’t yet!

[wingdgaster-a]

*iphone emoji* Muse is @shitty-metta-rp

[ TXT ]: Something’s going on with Undyne, she thinks we’re taking advantage of Alphys, I would nev[ TXT ]: Undyne won’t talk to me a nd I’ve no idea why[ TXT ]: Really not feelin toow ell, dol l[ TXT ]: I reall y need to t alkt oo yo uroght  ow[ TXT ]: Dreadfully sorry if I’m bothering you, darlin’

[ TXT ]: Pardon doll, I was wonderin’ if you might’ve had any plans for later?

I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

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