hey friends! A reminder this is my main- find my rp blogs over at @appetitefxrgambling (Husk from Hazbin Hotel, WIP!), @insolent-creations (original comic/rp blog), @cracked-determination (undertale soul OCs plus Asriel), @setsleepersablaze (The Blackout Club blog), @rxxmwhereithappens (pokemon blog), @pxwertxchange (canon divergent Steven Universe), @oncesansabrother (my sans blog, which is being reboot!), or at @nghaaaaaah (Undyne, also being reboot, but is a main blog!)
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Bwomp. Here's Brash, punching her alternate. She throws in a suplex too, because why not.
PUNCH THE FISH I GUESS- Accepting!
OH, now here was something she definitely didn’t expect; but, nor was she in any way upset about it! The punch may have came in with the force of a wrecking ball, and her legs may have shaken for a second, but she stayed steady; long enough for her to force her head back into position.
A big grin on her face as she grit her teeth. When her alternate tried to go for a suplex afterwards, though, Princes decided to not let this turn into an infinite loop like it had done last time (RIP, crashed the game).
Right as she was pulled off the ground, she sent her legs down and forwards, intent on driving her feet right into the other’s gut and using the force to kick her out of her grasp; landing onto her feet with surprising grace.
“Oh, you’re going DOWN!” And that’s how Princess’s house got destroyed.
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{@nghaaaaaah started following.}
“Golly! You’re Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard right? I’m such a huge fan! I can’t believe i’m finally meeting you for the first time!”
Typical Flowey with his nice guy facade.
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Send me “§” if you’d ever consider shipping our muses
((LET THIS FIRST MEETING OF THE TORIDYNE FAN CLUB COMMENCE~~))
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“Tag! You’re it!” The child baps the fish on the leg before proceeding to run away with a small laugh. It seems they’re up for a chasing game. Sonny does seem to have a lot more energy today.
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Here comes Undyne, scooping Red up in a bear hug.
The sudden bear hug catches the skeleton by surprise, nearly freezing up. Along with that came a blush.“What’s up?”
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nghaaaaaah replied to your post: {{Papydyne though… <3 }}
//*sweats*
{{One of the cutest ships there is XD }}
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//hAPPY BIRTH!!
I FEEL SO LOVED, GENUINELYo
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| @nghaaaaaah // continued from here |
Toriel had stepped in as soon as she had seen the attack, rushing in and attacking. While she had not intended to kill the human, merely incapacitate them, they seemed to run off as soon as she had launched her flames.
The human was nothing, however. There were more important matters to attend to.
She drops to her knees next to Undyne, immediately summoning as much of her healing magic as she possibly can to try and heal her. Though what can repair a soul...? She doesn’t know. She really doesn’t know...
“Hush,” she says gently, though her voice trembles. Worried, despairing tears are dangerously close to falling, though she cannot allow them to do so. “I have you. You will be all right...”
I cannot lose another one.
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What character trope are you?
The Villain
The bad guys. The mad scientists, the cruel executives, the evil witches and wizards, the corrupt politicians, the mortal aspects of pure evil, and, more often than not, the people (or otherwise) that instigate the conflict and the story. You are a very determined individual with a very strict set of rules. Your mind is mostly thinking about how you can reach your goals and conquer your ambitions. You are often described as cunning and intelligent by the few who stick by your side. You like sticking to the shadows and observing, rather than interacting and taking action.
Tagged by: @nghaaaaaah
Tagging: @fxllenmercy (And anyone else who wants to!)
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@nghaaaaaah liked for a starter.
Chara was bored. Bored, bored, bored! They hated being bored. The skeletons were boring, Flowey had disappeared again, and they couldn’t get into the ruins to torment Toriel some more.
They wandered into the next area; the waterfall. Shyren ran from them, humming a panicked tune to herself. Napstablook ignored them too, focusing on their snails again. As they wandered around, they came upon a strangely shaped house. seeing through the window, they recognised the redhaired monster, from when she would watch the royal guard.
They walked up to the door, grinning. This could be fun.
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nghaaaaaah replied to your post “[Eskimo kisses are best kisses and ya’ll can’t tell me otherwise.]”
((eskimo is actually a slur... I could go find the post that explains this but laziness lmao))
[Shit i didn’t know it was slur.]
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Reminder! (edited)
Welp, that post is actually rather old, so it’s time to make a new one!
So, a reminder that if @akindanon follows you, it is saying that you are followed by the mun of:
@determination-saved
@determination-lost, however that is ALSO it’s own blog
@oncesansabrother
@flirting-frisk
@lost-not-forgottcn, a fandomless OC
@twice-fallen
@elsewhereuni-arrow
@just-another-flowey, previously those-of-the-past
@ships-saved, my writing blog
@demonicsib, an IC blog for my fandomless OC
@firesartblog, my art blog
@soulshift-au, the home of my AU
@dracopuppetstrings, which is also it’s own blog.
@fxckyoxall, an RP/Ask blog for Max of Roosterteeth’s Camp Camp
and @nghaaaaaah, an Undyne rp blog.
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“Hit you? I very might well kill you. And besides, what reason do I have to hit you, hm?”
Arms still crossed. For once, he wasn’t dressed in his casual shirt and vest. This time, he had only very select pieces of his old armor on. The gauntlets, boots, grieves, and chest plate were fastened onto his body over top a padded jacket. His equipment was very, very old and also very, very used. Scrapes and dings adorned the slightly rusted metal. The only reason he wasn’t wearing his helmet was, well, his head was far too large for it now. His staff was cradled in his arms lightly.
“Is this how you train the guards these days? No wonder they’re soft. ‘Do some laps, wait, no, hit me.’ Make up your mind.”
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