Reblog if you’re an oc blog!

So I finally got off my ass and updated the Muses page for my current characters. Featured are:

Mirror! Sans

White Knight Paps

And Doggi

Hmu if you want to rp. Open to anybody.

Reblog if you roleplay BOTH seriously and, well… not seriously at all.

Reblog this.

If you do not care what gender your roleplay partner identify themselves as.

Be they male, female, trans, or whatever else is out there.

If you are a friend, you are a friend. If we ship our muses together, we ship the heck out of our muses. I don’t care if you are a female playing male, a male playing female or whatever is inbetween.

You are precious no matter what you are. And I love you.

Reblog if you’re okay with other characters developing crushes on your characters.

prxvidor:

Just to let people know that you will not be upset or uncomfortable if their characters do develop crushes and act/make advances to your characters! Also if you’re okay with certain characters but not others than please specify! (◡‿◡)

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a charecter I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

Reblog if you’re a roleplayer without “x” in your url

peanutrat:

hoping-4-love:

hiddenocs-undertale:

workedtothebone94:

cha-raa:

christopher-and-company:

theolcanadamantiummountainman:

iorhael:

I want to see how many of us still exist.

//We’re a dying breed.

yep

[[ Indeed. ]]

((ayyy))

(Hey there!)

((;3c))

(Hi)

yep

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up.

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well i guess that gives us a time reference, huh? you’ve “visited” my universe here 3 times since then from my point of view. isn’t that interesting? oh, by the way, pal,”

Sans strolled out of view and manifested in a small hand mirror, close to Error on his left

“i might have lied a little about the whole “trapped” thing.”

Error growled at him, smashing his hand down on the small mirror. He knew it wouldn’t make a difference, but he was still pissed.

Î͎͈ d̯͑͗ò͕̌n̲̊̓’͈͍̾t̠̠᷉ l̺̘᷉i̢ͪ᷾k̛̼͜ë̛͘ l̴̡̯i̢̦͞a̩᷿᷀r᷃͗͘s̢̀̚,̷ͤ͢ a̡͆ͣn͗̓͊d̶ͪ̑ I̢͌̓ d͍̥ͅo͇̿ͭn͈͖̐’᷿̓ͬtͫ͋͋ l̘̟ͅi͓͋̓ķ̺᷆e̓ͯ͝ b̨̪᷃e̠͕ͯi̵ͤ͆n̖̣̭ǧ᷉̽ t̮̓᷃o̙͚᷇y̐͂᷁e̳͍͢d̠̓̽ w̤̞᷅i̧᷆̕t̷̖͐h̶̵ͨ.͉̆ͨ

A small pain in his hand sparked the pain in his head more and he cringed, grabbing his skull again.

W̡̠̓h᷅͒ͨạ̸᷀t̶᷿̺ t̘̥᷃h͔͖̀ĕ̜̈́ h̓᷄͞e̘᷈᷅l͚ͣ᷆l̛̎͡ h̶͓͗a̫̦̤p᷊̪ͭp̧̰̟e᷾̈́ͤn̪ͯ̋ë̗᷀d̷̋͝ â᷿̩n̉͆ͪy̛͚ͦw̸̞᷇a͍͐͑y̙̙͐?̼̗͛

“wow, rude”

He manifested in a mirror on the wall right above Error’s head.

“y’know, i don’t like liars any more than you but after 26 times of having everything you love ripped from existence? lying seams like the smart course of action. and after 29?” his pupils vanished and his grin hardened, “well 29′s relatively forgivable but 30′s just a little excessive, don’t you think? so i, heh, pulled some strings and finally caught the itsy bitsy error.”

Mirror felt his heart pounding and turned away. He was in control here. He was in control. He didn’t want to- no. It didn’t matter. What Error didn’t know was that, just before his appearance, this universe had reset. After a genocide run. A run that the Chara had quit for a very long time. Sans had just gotten his brother back. He had everything to lose again.

Mirror took a deep breath and turned around, right eye glowing “so the question now is-” the shards of broken mirror and broken bottles began to quake and melt into a slithering mass, “how big of a patch do i need to fix the bug?”

Muse skillset symbol meme

ask-meme-addicts:

_{^{Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!}}

💋 _{^{— kissing}}

💄 _{^{— makeup}}

👾 _{^{— video games}}

🎵 _{^{— singing}}

💃 _{^{— dancing}}

🎹 _{^{— playing an instrument}}

🌷 _{^{— taking care of living things}}

🌲 _{^{— surviving in the wilderness}}

👊 _{^{— fighting}}

😇 _{^{— following rules}}

🍳 _{^{— cooking}}

🍼 _{^{— taking care of children}}

🎁 _{^{— giving presents to others}}

🎉 _{^{— hosting parties}}

💌 _{^{— romance/flirting}}

🎨 _{^{— art}}

🍀 _{^{— luck}}

⚽️ _{^{— sports}}

🏊 _{^{— swimming}}

🚗 _{^{— driving}}

🔮 _{^{— magic}}

🔎 _{^{— investigating}}

🔫 _{^{— long range weapons}}

💣 _{^{— explosives}}

🔪 _{^{— melee weapons}}

🔬 _{^{— scientific pursuits}}

🚿 _{^{— hygiene}}

💰 _{^{— finance}}

🌍 _{^{— knowledge of the world}}

👻 _{^{— communing with the paranormal}}

📚 _{^{— reading}}

🔧 _{^{— engineering/mechanics}}

⌛️ _{^{— time management}}

📥 _{^{— organization}}

🍺 _{^{— alcohol tolerance}}

🚴 _{^{— riding a bike}}

🎭 _{^{— performance art/acting}}

⚓️ _{^{— sailing}}

➗ _{^{— mathematics}}

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up.

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well, look who’s alive after all. howdy sleeping beauty”

The full length mirror stood between the bars of Papyrus’ ill built cell wall. Sans stood as though he were leaning against the right bar, looking off to the left instead of at Error. Various small mirrors and broken bottles surrounded the glitch where he lay. Papyrus had, grudgingly, tied Error up with some rope from his human trap. Sans doubted it would take his prisoner long to free himself.

He glared at Mirror very suspiciously. He didn’t like the look of this guy. He leaned back against the wall, still rubbing his skull. What the hell had happened?

His eyes narrowed as he looked closer at Mirror. Something about him was… familiar. He sat silent for a few moments, trying to remember where he had seen him before. Then it clicked.

W̑ăi͝t̮ a̤ s̜e͍ćôǹdͧ.͝ Î t̙h᷉o̜ūg͓h̫tͫ y̴o̞u͗ w̟e͘r̠e̔ t͂r͡a͎p̡pͮeͧd͐ i̜ṉ t͘h̵e̗ m̄i̅r̶r̽o̖r̆ ǐn͞ t͒h̝e᷾ a͏b͐y̧s͡s̮?ͭ

“well i guess that gives us a time reference, huh? you’ve “visited” my universe here 3 times since then from my point of view. isn’t that interesting? oh, by the way, pal,”

Sans strolled out of view and manifested in a small hand mirror, close to Error on his left

“i might have lied a little about the whole “trapped” thing.”