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💚 act : [[ ACTION NOT FOUND ]] try again?

NO. No. No no no, of all the things that could happen today, not this. Not now, okay?! You're already stressed enough, and too behind schedule to deal with a child staring at you like you're mad! You're not mad!! It's not covered by sanitary assurance!! Y-you'd be FIRED!!

* Th—! Then go away!! This is m — my office, okay?! You're transpassing! J-just go away!

You wave them off your office - if the cardboard box you're sitting in like a stray cat, with nothing but a phone, can be called that. The office ( the actual office ) is behind you, behind the back exit from which you've been literally thrown out who knows how long ago. You're on a very tight schedule, yet time started to shift uncontrollably and you keep losing track of it - and without the office's calendar and clock, you can't seem to get back on track.

... is it why they took you out with the trash? Am... I useless...?

💚 act : breathe breathe bre[[ GAIN CONTROL ]] command failed. try again?

I had that thought so many times, but this time it his me worse than usual. Why? Why is it? Is... is it the kid? Is this kid doing something to me? What is happening around me what is happening to mYou stare at the kid, your eyes suddenly filling with tears. Your hands are trembling so much that when you pick up the receiver, it almost falls through your fingers. It's not even ringing. No one is calling. But you pick it up anyway. Why? Shouldn't I?

* I have to work. * G... go away, okay? * I'm lat-te.

@actxfdetermination ► spamton to kris? but perhaps a different spamton? one that seems... sane? perhaps? /

* « C-can you stop staring at me? You're. You're really freaking me out. »

Genuinely, what the fuck. Kris stopped on their track - no, in fact, the Soul itself did, both staring in disbelief at the. Puppet. Thing. In front of them. The human frowned, looked back, then to that guy once again.

You know. The guy who threatened them and tried to rip the "heart-shaped object" out of their chest with a force that would've left them in the same trashcan he was living. No biggie.

At least this one doesn't seem to smell as bad.

...you know what? Nope. They're not dealing with this nonsense. There's already enough stupid messes to deal with, Spamton could wai--

♥ You're freaking me out.

"You're freaking me out."

Thanks for goddamn nothing.

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Oh, bless Papyrus and his naive, never ending energy. He took care of all the complicated part of moving ( as to say, all of it ) and has given you the possibility to chill in your blissful laziness. And, well, move the only part of the house your brother didn't have to know about. Papyrus saw the laboratory once, and you thought that it was more than enough - wouldn't want to give him the stress of having to move all of that, hey? Especially in a secret room. That was supposed to stay secret.

Bless you, Paps. You and your attention at cleaning so well, that made you found what shouldn't be found.

Now. Everyone would have panicked, surely. You, though? Nah. True to your chill choice of living, finding the closet open and your brother in it, tense and - snorts - armed, makes you bury your hands in the sweatshirt's pockets and casually lean on the doorframe, taking a few moments to admire Papyrus' movements - truly a talent in the royal guard - before calling him with your "hey". You almost have to choke yourself to avoid bursting into laughing when he gets so scared.

* paps. * you told me to bring more than a sock. * also, very large pockets.

@actxfdetermination ► sans to your papyrus if you feel like it :3c /

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

It's less a matter of not supposed to be there, and more a matter of not really wanting to. Or a matter of the place not being supposed to be there, anyway.

Once they arrived to the surface, Papyrus made sure to prepare most of the baggages since Sans, as always, made sure to do the bare minimum. Got the dog, got the trombone, got a pair of socks -- "that's enough", he said, just to get an old bag of chips once Papyrus yelled at him to bring at least something else. And then he disappeared, apparently, for the most part, to find the best bar and befriend the locals ( something he, allegedly, didn't have any problems doing! ) before popping up as soon as things were done, to place said pair of socks on a corner and noclip in his room. As happy as Papyrus was for his brother, he would've LOVED a little more cooperation!

So, finding the small lab behind their house all of a sudden during his weekly cleaning montage - the exact same one he had in Snowdin, one that he got in once just to immediately skedaddle away! -, was a surprise. There's no way Sans actually managed to bring all that nonsense on the surface without being noticed by anyone -- heck, he was certain that the door that led him to the lab was an empty closet up until then.

A broom held tight in his hands, he stepped in carefully, still, genuinely confused. A bit tense.

That is, until his brother caught his attention with a little 'hey' that ALMOST. made him jump.

"SANS!", he gasps, the grip on the broom tightening a little more "YOU-- WHAT IS THIS?! HOW DID THIS FIT IN YOUR POCKETS?!"

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Hah. A joke. An attempt at one, anyway. Your patience is already getting low with this one alone. Not that you're going to show it, of course. You never showed anything to anyone - why getting them worried about something so difficult to explain. mh? -, and you certainly aren't starting now. Not here. Not with him.

Or should you say them?

Because you don't need to see them to know they are there: all those other Gasters in the dark, watching and holding each other tight. Silent like a barely kept scream. You blink tiredly at them, unseen but felt, showing them the only thing you always show to everyone: your smile, calm and wide and knowing. And obviously fake. That'll have to be enough for them. You aren't going to make a single bit of more effort. You're not sure they deserve it.

* oh, i've never been bad with time. * just lazy.

You talk as you return to look at the Gaster in front of you - the main one, you suppose -, shrugging. Perhaps it sounds like you've just made a joke? But you're being as honest as you'll ever be - just like you are immediately after, as your voice lowers to almost a growl.

* i wasn't for you. * what do you want?

@actxfdetermination ► Sans

he got to the corridor, because when something tells you to go there, you don't question. you know better. you just do it. even when the corridor is empty - because it is not empty, and you know it very, very well. you can't but smile. tiredly. * heh. took you long enough.

He managed to reach Sans.

This Sans. Close, but not quite. Gaster could see some similarities with his. He could also see plenty of differences. Too many to ignore. Too many to believe they crossed paths yet, or that he's just a grown, different, more mature version of one he met before.

Any version of him, anyway. Versions currently bubbling in the darkest parts of the Corridor, barely holding itself in shape.

Too close to the Surface to manifest in its true power.

"Apologies. Never been good with... time."

Twenty-four minutes, fifty-seven seconds. Enough time to make this interaction interesting.

"Neither were you. Most of the times. I appreciate the punctuality, this time."

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💚 act : AGORE

You can't say how you know of the creature's presence - how you know it's him in the first place. Why did you ask him if he remembered how he died, of all things. But those words felt exactly as the ones needed to be said in that very moment, as if this is not the first time this encounter happened, as if you're just experiencing this again, somehow. Like a script being acted for the umpteenth time. It's all so eerly familiar, in a way that makes you shiver in discomfort, yet your grip on the trident grows stronger and more determined. These are the kind of things you've always worked to protect your people from - both from your reign and the Light World -. This one feeling so familiar only gives you the advantage of instincitvely knowing what to do.

... you sincerely hope so, at least. Because when the other defines his own death as an experiment in progress, it makes you shiver even more.

Those eyes on you feel like they can pierce through your armor and leave you unprotected under his judgement, words harsh and violent, threatening to choke you like the noose from the gallows. And he asks who you are - which one you are, giving you a list like he's checking the boxes of an ongoing experiment you are part of without your consent. And every definition... they make your stomach twist in discomfort, trheaten to make you vomit out of pure anxiety. Because you've dreamed of each and every one of them, at least once. You know you have. And you've always done your best to bury those dreams in your mind, forget about them - but how could you, when they felt more similar to memories than simple dreams...?

You shake your head. No, no - don't let him in your head.

* I'm none of them.

Perhaps it comes too quickly as a negation, almost interrupting the other in his speech on how he doesn't have long in this reality. You don't want to hear it. It makes you feel sick.

* I'm the Flower King, protector of the Flowers Realm in the Dark World.

You usually say your own name, too - it's kind, it's normal. You want your guest to feel at home, not intimidated by your presence - but this time it doesn't want to come out of your lips. It's... it's like it doesn't want to be known by the other, as if it gained a conscience, and it is scared. Though you have the terrible sensation that the visitor already knows it, way too well.

* Satisfied? I have been quick. * You can leave now, I believe.

@actxfdetermination ► Asgore

slowly, calmly, yet voice slightly tense. hands holding the trident, ready for the fight against who he knows it's there, yet can't still see in the dark, darker, yet darker room. ❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

he lift a finger.

A single finger, to keep the quiet.

Gaster doesn't even turn. He takes in the words, welcomes them. Lets them linger, get lost in the shadows.

" d i e d ? "

His own voice lingers. Waits, slowly, making sure that Asgore understood, loud and clear, that those words - that voice - was for him, and him alone.

"wouldn't call it death. wouldn't call it a rebirth either. it's just an experiment in progress."

just then he tilts his head, looks at the king. Up, down, slowly.

"Now, which one will you be? The king -- THE CHILD MURDERER? The father -- THE TERRIBLE HUSBAND? Perhaps the tyrant? The fallen? The guardian of the Ruins? speak q u i c k l y. I don't have much time in this reality."

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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" Gosh, she's a beauty, isn't she? " Tockette murmurs, eyes misting as she gazes at the train. They're like her children, after all; she cherishes their every bolt and every whistle. " But only those with a ticket can board. " A brief pause. " Do you have a ticket? " ( non avevi prompts QUINDI personalized ask per uno dei tuoi deltarune muses\muses che hanno un deltarune au ☝ )

💚 act : lancer THE BAD GUY!! B)

And beside the Conductor, there you stand: evil incarnate, THE BAD GUY HIMSELF, the baddest of them all!!... standing straight and composed, with your hands neatly folded in front of the belly and a confused glance staring at the train. Uh, meneacingly. Of course.

* Ah. Y-yes. Sure?

You... guess the train is a beauty? You like bikes more, that's certain, and your own in particular, but... yes, that train is... p-pretty? You don't have much to compare it to, they definitely aren't a common sight in Father's reign. You didn't even know they are ladies! Should you have brought some - uh - totally evil flowers?

The Conductor talks again, catching your attentino with the most important question. The most adorable evil silme widens on your face. It's showtime.

* A-HA!! I know about your tradition of tickets! And I - THE BAD GUY!! - as the baddest guy of them all, have NOT a ticket! I have...!

You push one hand inside the other's glove (meneacengly), and you extract...!!! An envelope. With evil drawings all over it made by you. (The evil drawings are mostly your face and yourself riding your bike.)

* ... TWO tickets!! HOHOHO!!

Oh, the humanity!! Now one person will remain without a ticket, while the company will still earn all the money!! Truly, an evil mastermind!! Father would be so proud of you!! You hold the envelope with extreme satisfaction, absolutely certain of the infinite amount of fear you have surely caused in the gentle Conductor lady, that did NOT deserve such cruelty. You are a menace. An absolute menace, that proceeds to hand the tickets to her with a small bow. Evil bow, of course.

* There you go! Can - uh - can I get it, then?

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@actxfmercy Kris to Asgore

they flop against the desk of the flower shop. full on splat mode. they're there because the Soul wanted them to, sure, but maybe staying in there is okay, today.

they might need a break, and as odd and awkward and tense and cringe as their dad act, they don't mind the quiet of the shop, save for the chipping sounds of his shears cutting weeds and dead leaves.

Spending time with dad. Alone, without Asriel. Feels odd. But it's okay.

It's okay, today. As long as he doesn't talk about mom or force them to bring her another bouquet that will eventually end up in the trash, it's okay. For the time being, well. They flop there. Play with the handful of golden petals and eviction notices on the desk. It's cool.

💚 act : ASGORE

You smile tenderly at the sight of your child flopping on your desk. They look so tired - a state of the mind that, with all honesty, you can fully understand. You leave them be for a few moments, letting them enjoy the calmness of the flower shop, without the need of actually talking. In the meantime, you keep on working on the vases instead, cutting away dead leaves - hiding quickly those few flowers that don't belong to the Light World. Kris wouldn't recognize them, but better not cause any questions, right? How beautifully foolish you are. You still don't know a thing.

You're always so happy when your children come to vist, and admittedly Kris makes you the happiest. It's because they come more often, you suppose - and they seem to give you the blame for their family situation a lot less, which is... relaxing, in a sense. You yourself don't blame any of your children for it, it doesn't make any sense to you. It's simply one of those situations where all you can do, really, is smile and be patient. And you have the patience of a king. You finish fixing the vase, the last few leaves dropping in the plastic bag under the table, and you put down the cutters. With your hands now free, you pick up the flowers and use them as a smooth transition to get to Kris, posing the vase on the front of the desk, ready to be admired and, hopefully, sold soon.

* It's nice to have you here.

You rest your hands on the desk, and your head on them, taking a similar flop pose to Kris. No, you're not going to ask them about their mother, nor to bring her another bouquet: you have the feeling they need a pause from their mother in general, and for the flowers... Well. You would be a liar if you said you don't know where they end up. You thought once that insisting would have brought to something good, but as the blindness of love and grief faded, you saw clear as day that it went the exact opposite direction - not to mention, your children paid the heavier consequences. And it's something you shouldn't have let happen in the first place.

* I think I have a can of Coke in the fridge, for once. Would you like it?

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I read that you are non-mutual friendly but are you also OC and multifandom friendly?

absolutely yes! :D i love ocs and i enjoy making fandoms meet - and if making two characters from different fandoms is too difficult, chances are i'm roleplaying a character from that fandom too! i have so many muses it's ridiculous sjfkgg

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👀 new followers! A!!! hello!! just a little information that i might not follow back until i've played chapter 3 and 4, but i'm non-mutuals friendly, we can absolutely still interact! <3

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also i'm very sorry but asgore will most likely be the main muse here.

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( oh look! an icon! ) i will need to write every sheet sooner or later, i swear i will get over my character sheets' problem one day or another, but while we wait for it i will at least write this little post about my small personal alternative universe for asgore in deltarune. while i wait for the game to make it canon (!!!) listen, i need my king. and i will have it.

in the flower shop asgore has in the light world, there is a passage to the dark world: it's the flowers reign, and he's its king.

he keeps it a secret to everyone, kris too, because he wishes for no one to suffer the consequences of knowing about the dark world, hence he might have been absent from time to time - he literally wasn't present in the light world at the time. he doesn't know that kris knows way too well about it.

his reign is full of flower fields and centred on them - basically his flowers shop but much, much bigger. it's also a very unstable world, and he's aware of it: he rules over it and fights to keep the dark world from leaking into the light world - sometimes it still does, in the form of peculiar flowers in his shop, which he works to hide and bring back in the reign.

he often dreams of other worlds, of him being a king of a reign underground, of doing terrible things for his people. he can't understand them - and often thinks of them as premonitory, when he can't think of them as just dreams without importance. it makes him sad. and nervous. and scared.

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* KRIS doesn't answer immediately. They stare at you from upside down, and YOU, sprawled out on the sofa, arms practically hugging the backrest, stare back. Then the TV zaps on another channel - YOU don't watch it change to the weather channel. If anything, YOU start smiling, because YOU're already getting where this is going. The voice through the speakers is bored and doesn't really want to be there, but it is loud enough for their plans to go unnoticed by the gentle, yes, wonderful cook, absolutely, but extremely nosy mother of Kris.

* It takes KRIS only four words. YOUR smile gets wider and wider.

* « Oh, now we're talking! » YOU murmur with a satisfied growl, leaving the pleasing backrest to lean forward towards your accomplice. « I have jack shit of money. No plane. But Area 51 isn't that far, I think that if we walk all night we reach it by tomorrow morning. ». Trust her KRIS, her marks in geography don't mean anything. « And if we take a five minutes break, we can destroy them no problem! »

@actxfdetermination ► Susie

“You, me, September 20. At Area 51.”

"...September."

Way too much time. Wayyyyy tooooooo much. Sitting upside-down on the sofa, Kris looks up ( down? ) at Susie, quiet for a few seconds, before the TV is zapped to the next channel.

Weather again. Bright sunlight for a long while.

Nothing worth their attention, but loud enough their mom won't hear their evil plans.

"Let's do it tomorrow."

Evil plans that are totally plausible and possible.

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muses. spoilers might be present in this list.

u.ndertale. › flowey › sans › asgore › burgerpants

u.nderswap. › papyrus

d.eltarune. — still at chapter 2. › susie › lancer › noelle › jevil › spamton

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rules. ( i don't require a password, but please do throw an eye at them! )

i. mun & activity. hello! i go by ghost, 29 years old, any pronouns. i'm italian, and english is my second language, hence you might see mistakes or weird phrases in my turns! i can get pretty busy and lately i worked to take the habit of staying as little as possible at the computer, which means that sometimes i can't get to it for days or even weeks. because of this, this blog, as all my blogs are, is permanent low activity! it might take a while for me to reply, but eventually always will! this blog is a sideblog of ghostories!

ii. adult content and tagging system. due to the nature of most of the muses i take on here and the themes in general of the game, mature themes might be present very often. because of this, this blog is 18+. everytime a trigger appears in my turns, i will tag it with the name of the trigger, followed by "//" - for example, blood //. if i forget or don't think about tagging something, never hesitate to tell me!

iii. shipping, suggestive and smut. i tend to ship only with people i know, and write suggestive rarely and with the ones i trust the most. do not force a ship on me, because it's the right way to not get me to write it to begin with. as for smut, it makes me extremely uncomfortable, so i will avoid it altogether.

iv. starting threads and prompts lists. anything works for me to start a thread - prompts from lists or original ones, or plotting, anything! i just really enjoy writing, and love receiving things that give me new excuses to write even more. send anything anytime you like! i do my best to send often prompts as well, but i might always be a little late for prompts lists or for particular events for the aforementioned low activity. if you want to reblog a prompt list i reblogged, please go to the source and don’t reblog directly from me, unless the source itself is broken.

v. dropping threads. if you don’t feel inspired anymore for a thread of ours, don’t be afraid to drop it! no need to tell me, and i promise i won’t get mad, it’s alright! due to my constant low activity, i know inspiration can simply disappear after a while. don’t be afraid to drop it and move on - we can always start something new!

vi. mun's drawings. i like to draw little things that might involve my muses as much as my writing partners’, and sometimes i like to post them. if the drawing is posted on the rp blog and i specify that only certain people can reblog, please do not reblog them unless you have permission. if i post them here instead than my art blog, it is because i’d rather keep them in a smaller circle.

vii. muses' thoughts. mun =/= muses! i often write muses i disagree with, and some of them do appear on this multimuse. what they do or think is not necessarily what i would do or think. don’t compare me to them.

viii. fixing and rewriting turns. if you can’t understand something i wrote, don’t be afraid to ask me for clarifications! as aforementioned, english is my second language: while i do my best, mistakes might not be that uncommon in my turns. furthermore, i might misunderstand your turn as well - if it happens, or if more in general i need to change anything in my turn for any reason ( be it also that i might have written you into a corner or you don’t know how to continue! ), don’t hesitate to tell me! i have no problems at all in fixing my turns, or even rewrite them entirely if necessary!

ix. turns length. i tend to write A LOT, especially when i’m very inspired by a thread. please remember, you don’t need to match my length in your reply! don’t feel pressured to write more than you wish, write as much as you want.

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a low activity, 18+, iconless undertale & deltarune multimuse. loved by ghost, 29 y/o, italian, any pronouns. sideblog of ghostories.

this blog contains triggering content and is full of spoilers about the games. everything will be tagged. reader discretion is adviced. !! i got to deltarune chapter 2! i will avoid anything of the following chapters until i'll manage to play them!

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