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((Here we are. Now, today, it's the anniversary of undertale, and I had to do something. Through Undertale I’ve made friends, I’ve lost friends. I’ve found a place where I belong, and I have finally gotten better at basically everything. Not really excellent at anything though, but better. 

Voice acting, Roleplaying, drawing (digital and traditional,) Worldbuilding, games. These are just a few things that have personally been improved directly because of undertale. I’ll end this before it gets too long, enough people are making anniversary posts already.

Thank you undertale.

STAY DETERMINED.))

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Guess Who.

((That’s right. it me. I’m finally of Hiatus! Mostly! We’ll see how well this works out.))

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TIS I, THE FRENCHIEST FRY

“I see. well, uh... nice to meet you?”

Sans was honestly just confused. He didn’t have the slightest clue who this could be. Some sort of robot flower... with his jacket? Truly confusing.

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To all roleplayers I roleplay with:

If I didn’t reply:

I probably missed it.

I’m still working on it.

Tumblr is rude and deleted my reply or your reply.

If you ever want to roleplay:

Pop me a message and we can plot.

I don’t bite.. not that hard anyways c;.

Never be afraid to ask me for a starter.

I roleplay with anyone from any fandom at all.

Random notes:

You are kind.

You are important.

You are smart.

I love you all <3.

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oh, i’m so sorry for thinking you were! Um, well, whoops, Well, have a nice day ;w;))

Psst, so, The poncho human doesn't seem to be able to receive asks at the moment, and since it says in your rules that IM is for mutuals (And I am no Mutual), is it alright if I tell you my story here? I have another sideblog by the way, called FreshBlueRazzberry for a Fresh Toriel. And, Once Upon a Time, I had a life too...))

[ I’m not @warhvro ]

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🌟-Someone your muse trusts?

((Hmm, I don’t remember reblogging any memes for this, but I’ll answer anyways!))

“Hmm? Someone I trust? Well, honestly, i’d like to think everyone’s got each others backs. but uh, If I had to name a few, paps is pretty high up there. Emril is also someone I would trust with my life.”

(( @brightwing-emril is Emril, and this ask is being answered pre-angst thread with him ^-^))

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“nice meeting you, Ink. Sorry if I was rude before, heh, what a first impression that probably left.  If you really want to help me with this mess, then I won’t stop ya.” He walked over to where the paint had spilled, and started to dig up the first layer of paint-snow. Once he had gotten some, he put it into a paint can that had the labels rubbed off.

“After we’re done with this, we’ll go inside. You’re probably pretty cold, and I would hate for ya to get hurt while you’re... visiting.” Arctic looked at ink again, a bit curious. He looked quite a bit different from anyone he had met before, but where was he from..?

Sans came back around the other side of the house, with a snow shovel. “man, stupid wind knocking over my paint can…”

wait…

who is that? 

Someone, another skeleton maybe, was standing next to the pain, looking around. “h-hey! you better not be stealing that paint. I just went back to get something to scoop it up with, I was coming right back.”

He was trying to figure out who it was. They didn’t look like they belonged here at all, so that probably meant… that they didn’t. This hadn’t happened for a while now. “oh, sorry, you uh, aren’t from this area are ya? Name’s Sans, but if it’s easier for ya, you can just call me Arctic.”

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Sans came back around the other side of the house, with a snow shovel. “man, stupid wind knocking over my paint can...”

wait...

who is that? 

Someone, another skeleton maybe, was standing next to the pain, looking around. “h-hey! you better not be stealing that paint. I just went back to get something to scoop it up with, I was coming right back.”

He was trying to figure out who it was. They didn’t look like they belonged here at all, so that probably meant... that they didn’t. This hadn’t happened for a while now. “oh, sorry, you uh, aren’t from this area are ya? Name’s Sans, but if it’s easier for ya, you can just call me Arctic.”

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He stepped out of some paint that had been spilled nearby. It seems like there was no one around at this time. It was probably for the best considering he couldn’t really interfere too much in any AU. Though the chill in the air did reach him pretty quickly. “Brr, it’s pretty cold here.”

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Just a rant (soap)

I really hate Tumblr sometimes. And no, I don’t mean the site mechanics or the staff. I mean the people. And I don’t mean hate-senders, either.

No, this rant is at the roleplayers this time for this god damn elitist mentality we’ve grown, and our stupid attention spans.

People see roleplayers who are popular, or fancy, or selective, or whatever other bullshit that makes us even slightly intimidating and refuse to talk to us. No asks, compliments, questions, reblogs, nothing. Because we’re “elite”. Because we’re “senpai”. You turn us into little glass figurines to be stuck on a pedestal. You admire us, but you don’t do anything with us. We work hard on our characters. We pour our life in to them. We pour our soul into them. Some of us spend months, even years creating these characters, characters that we want people to talk to and ask questions, and maybe even fight. And you do what? You fucking ignore them all because you’re “scared”. Because you MADE this artificial pedestal that you stuck us on as an EXCUSE FOR IGNORING US!

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THIS DOES TO US?

We put our blood, sweat, and tears into these things just to get ignored! DO YOU WONDER WHY PEOPLE DELETE THEIR BLOGS?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOUR LACK OF ATTENTION DOES TO US? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE THOUGHT OF ERASING EVERYTHING, AND THE ONLY REASON I DON’T IS BECAUSE I’M A GOD DAMN HOARDER?! WE ARE CREATORS! WE WANT OUR THINGS TO BE SEEN, TO GET ATTENTION! I’ve seen so many roleplayers erase everything because people paid them no mind. I’ve had my friend break down in tears because their hard work went completely ignored.

So if you follow a roleplayer that reblogs prompts or asks for asks but send them nothing? You either unfollow them, or you MAN UP AND SEND THEM SOME ASKS SO THEY DON’T GIVE UP AND THINK THEIR WORK IS FOR NOTHING! IF YOU DON’T DO ONE OF THOSE, THEN YOU’RE A FILTHY COWARD!

And what sucks more than that is that THAT ISN’T EVEN THE ENTIRE PROBLEM!

No, not only do we have this bullshit artificial pedestal mindset, but we have the WORST attention spans. A stupid short drawing of crack will get infinitely more notes than a gorgeous one. A small thread starter that’s just crack will get more attention than a more thought-out one. Drabbles? Barely even looked at. No one pays attention to the things that people put time in to. No. They want the shit that takes 2 seconds to do. And that tells us that our work means NOTHING to you.

THIS is why I send people asks. This is why I look at their drabbles, talk about them. Why I try and talk and interact with little blogs and new blogs. Because I don’t want them to feel like their hard work is wasted. I don’t want them to feel like their efforts don’t matter. I don’t want them to feel ignored like me.

Think about that.

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Ok. Hold up.

Everyone needs a chill pill and stop attacking people.

IT IS NOT OK TO PRESSURE PEOPLE INTO REPLYING TO YOU.

IT IS NOT OK TO FORCE PEOPLE TO RP WITH YOU.

This is happening way too much lately. Not only to me but to mutuals of mine. People I care about.

I’ve had enough.

Don’t spam people’s inboxes when they don’t immediately reply to you. Not all of us live in the same timezones. Not all of us have the time to be online all the time and check our messages. Have some patience.

People have favorites. They’re allowed to be selective sometimes. Sometimes muses (and muns) really click, they just have that chemistry, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes you have more muse for one thread than another. Again, be patient. Your reply will come. 

Sometimes a certain plot doesn’t feel good anymore. Don’t get mad when someone says they want to drop your plot. Be understanding. Try and ask if they want to do something else and see how it goes. If it still doesn’t work out; accept it. Move on.

It is ok to miss certain ships. Everyone have had those threads with another mun, where your muses really clicked, but then one of the two loses muse for that certain muse you were rping with. It happens. You can be sad about it, but don’t make the other mun feel bad about losing their muse. They probably already feel bad enough. Don’t make it worse.

Don’t assume people hate you. Messages get lost. Again, muses are fickle. Don’t think someone hates you when you don’t get a reply immediately after you posted/replied to something.

The most important part of all:

People make rules. READ THEM. It’s really not a hard thing to do and doesn’t take much time at all.

This has been an important PSA. Thank you.

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If I don’t respond to RPs

Im dead

I told myself I’d reply later but completely forget

didn’t know you replied

the notification got lost in many other spam of notifications

i forgot cause I have the worst memory ever

I thought I replied but turned out I didn’t

I was in too many RPs (+2 is a lot for me q-q) and I just forgot again

I am busy and caught up in stuff

If I don’t respond it doesn’t mean I don’t want to RP with you or that I hate it, it just means one of these above cause RPing is fun. 

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RP Partner: Can we fluff?  Me: Sure!! 

5 minutes later. 

RP Partner: I SAID FLUFF. WHAT IS THIS? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?  Me: Hi, my name is Satan.

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If I don’t reply or I take ages to:

It’s drafted

My mood doesn’t fit

I’m trying to equal your perfection

I’m brain-dead

I lost the reply

I’m easily distracted by something else

All/some of the above

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Underfell Sans

Sans sat at his post, glaring out at the surrounding woods. He knew it was unlikely that anyone would try and challenge him, but better to be on guard than dust. Usually a snarl could get the weaker monsters to run, and it's not like he was some sort of weakling. The real problem would be if the boss showed up. He’d find some way to get on sans’ case, even if nothing was being done wrong.

However, as sans was thinking to himself, a disturbance in the air caught his attention. There was an odd sound, almost a whoosh and creak, coming from that weird door in the woods. Sounded like there was either a human that had gotten past Toriel somehow, or the crazy queen had gotten a human soul and was about to go fight Asgore or something equally foolish.

Either way, he needed to go check it out.

Abandoning his post, he walked towards the door within the shadows of the trees. If the queen was there, he wasn't interested in meeting her head on. If it was a human… Well, why pass up a chance for a first attack?

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A New Kind of Stranger

Sans shivered, trying to fight off the cold that was surrounding him. Winter was coming on fast, and fewer monsters were able to withstand the cold for long, especially out at the edges near the storm. That, of course, meant that patrols from the lookout had to be done by the monsters that could withstand it, or from volunteers who were willing to go out in their place.

That meant Sans, as a skeleton, had his work cut out for him.

It was a windy day too. Softer, powdery snow would frequently get kicked up, and end up flying into his sockets and sitting in his skull until he was able to get warmed up again. It was always uncomfortable, and strange to say the least. Monsters with eyes had the luxury of goggles, but since they technically weren't needed except in extreme cases, they weren't provided to Sans.

Through the haze of the area nearest the storm, however, sans saw a strange figure. It was impossible to tell who it was, but sans could figure out two things immediately: they weren't a patrol, and they were not supposed to be that close to the storm.

“Hey! Get away from there! You're gonna get yourself hurt! If you need to, just follow my voice, i’ll keep talking to you until you get to me.” As he was saying all this, Sans was racing towards whoever it was, ready to turn around immediately and leave, or teleport if it came to that.

@ask-the-king-of-aviarington, this is for you! ))

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A Careful Wanderer

Sans looked out from around the tree, his hood pulled up and eyes watchful. He knew that he was away from home, but he wasn't exactly sure where he was. His usual plan whenever he was in a new AU for the first time was to stay out of sight until it's been proven safe, and it was going to be no different here.

Staying away from the path in the woods, but close enough to be able to find their way back to it, they began their trek to the first stop, snowdin. They would be unaware of cameras that may be in the area however, and it wasn't like he was invisible or silent. Just careful.

@forgotten-tale-official, hope this isn’t too late!))

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Sans sighed, then turned to face them again. They knew that there wasn't much sense in letting them have last words, but they had decided to anyways. Summoning a Gaster blaster, they shrugged towards their alternate self. "I don't have to be you for very long. If anyone gets suspicious of me, I can kill them earlier than originally planned. It's not like I don't LOVE them enough, heh heh."

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“i think you might wanna reconsider your plan here before you have a bad time.” He said nonchalantly as a knife, rather sharp one was held at his spine