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ruinfell · 5 years

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[DRABBLE] Marksmanship

The void was a dangerous place. It was far from empty, like one may assume, but instead unpredictable; the dark depths held untold horrors that knew exactly how to strike when they were least expected.

Expecting someone did not help ease Tokaku in the slightest, as he waited in the unlit clearing. Why Llyr had not simply extended his influence and made space for them, he did not know, but he assumed that the unease was intended to be instilled. Llyr and his beloved companion – Tokaku's usual tutor – were much of the same ilk.

Men who delved into the darkness and adapted within it, rather than run away from it.

This rabbit did not wait helplessly, as the very nature of their meeting was to be of tutelage. Llyr had spied the moment in which Tokaku's long-forgotten weapon had come to fore, and recognised it, albeit with some disdain, as kindred to his own lost arms.

He clutched more tightly to his rifle, kept it level and readied, as the unease seeped further into his bones. He did not keep still: there was no pacing, but he turned on the spot, looked around, made sure that his back was not facing the same way for too long.

His paranoia served him well when a sudden clamour came from the dark.

The flash of light hit his vision before anything else could, and he tumbled aside, stumbling to his feet and raising his weapon—

"TOO SLOW. Far too slow!"

The sound carried before light reached its speaker, and Tokaku's expression dropped into an all too displeased frown. Llyr had finally arrived, blowing smoke away from the barrel of his pistol, and holding his cutlass at the ready. Its unnatural surface still held the dancing sparks of gunfire, for far longer than it ought to. "I could have shot again already," the rattish man chided, "and you would be dead."

Tokaku had no doubt of that, but it was still a dick move. He just barely restrained his annoyance. "Did you come here to take pot shots at me, or did you come here to teach me something?" He grumbled, firing off a pot shot of his own. He'd feel smug for it, if it weren't a genuine inquiry.

Llyr was not particularly humoured. He was finding it a struggle to deal with his mirror, despite Nero's insistence that he cease indulging his hypocrisy. His blade is sheathed, and he holsters his gun. If Tokaku wanted to be taught, then, he would teach him.

He approached his new student, and began to readjust him without warning. "First off: do not fucking brandish your rifle like a club." His hands are moved about his firearm, repositioned as the smaller of the pair saw fit. Squared his shoulders, angled his arms correctly, straightened out his gun. "It is a vehicle for bullets, but not only that. You must think of it as an extension of your body. And you will treat it with the respect it is owed."

Tokaku kept his protest within, realising that he would get nowhere arguing at this point. He did, after all, ask for instruction. He wanted to remain open, no matter how admonishing Llyr wanted to be towards him. He also had something to prove.

Llyr sidled up, making sure everything was aligned. He stepped away once he was certain everything was how he wanted it, and huffed gently. (It seemed he'd been picking habits up from someone.)

"Perhaps you are not completely hopeless."

Tokaku had to resist rolling his eyes, though it was quite a feat to. Instead, he held his position.

Llyr noticed something. It was he who had to keep his composure then, choosing to frown instead with scrutiny, and narrow his sockets, rather than let himself smirk at all like he almost wanted to. "You at least remember not to put your fucking finger on the trigger if you are not fucking firing. That is something."

He set himself back a few strides, removing himself from Tokaku's view completely, and then casting a hand out before him, as though gesturing ahead.

For a moment, Tokaku was confused… until a few shapes rose from the nothing beneath them. White bones; magic bullets. They arranged themselves at varying distances, and remained stationary in the positions they set themselves in, for now. Llyr was creating a shooting range.

"You apparently remembered well enough how to use the bayonet," Llyr said with no small amount of annoyance, as he believed swords were for swinging, guns were for shooting, and bayonets meant you were doing neither effectively. "Let us see if you remember how to fire it."

It was not something Tokaku remembered consciously. He knew well enough the steps required to fire a rifle, as it was a process of logic having studied the gun and its base mechanisms. He also knew that, logically, guns needed to be loaded. He'd no shot or gunpowder; they were not things he would ever need to possess, he felt, even carrying a firearm. He'd only gotten half way through telling himself that he could not be expected to fire his weapon when he had nothing to feed into the barrel… when the sharp contrast of the bones in the distance distracted him enough from his looping fallacy to remind him of a very simple and helpful truth.

He could just make bullets.

To make that realisation felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place, and all at once the picture made itself obvious. Most firearms of his day had required barrel loading of ammunition; for a musket of this era and design you would expect it to be loaded with a precise amount of gunpowder, then a lead ball as the ammunition. Another, finer gunpowder was loaded into the pan of the rifle, so that it could be struck alight by the flint and frizzen mechanisms. However, all of these mechanisms were completely unnecessary to a monster, because a monster had magic, which could substitute for the gunpowder and the ammunition both. Magic could be a catalyst, or it could be formed into a solid state that could enact purpose, such as inflicting damage when impacting something it is launched at.

Tokaku followed through the steps carefully, writing and then reading through instruction in his head as though he were speaking it aloud to his instructor as explanation. (Llyr could see the cogs moving, even.) A charge of magic was laid within the muzzle of his musket, and a round magic bullet rested up against it, all without Tokaku moving from his carefully adjusted position. He loaded just enough magic into the pan, cocked the hammer back, moved his finger to the trigger, lined his sight up with the nearest white bone, took a deep breath, and—

BANG.

Tokaku's careful positioning had been broken, but not before a flash of light pierced through the empty blackness and right through the nearest white bone, dead center. The bone shattered outward, and its shards dissipated upward. He was stunned, staring at what had once been a bullet in some disbelief that he had been the one to break it.

Llyr let himself smile just a little this time. It disappeared as soon as Tokaku looked back at him, but the void had eyes enough to have bore witness.

"So you do remember how to fire it. We will actually be able to get somewhere. Now shoot the rest down, and do not be so dramatic about the recoil, will you? You built the bloody thing, it is not going to blow your arm off."

Tokaku fixed him with a look. "How do you know I built it?" He didn't know that. He knew the gun was his, he felt it was, but he'd no idea where it came from, other than it evidently having been in his possession upon his death and erasure from reality.

"Because," Llyr answered, "how else would you know how it works? It is exactly as my pistol, which I built. Magic-fed, because it gives the advantage of not having to faff about reloading in the thick of battle. We are fucking alternates, you fool." A fact he at least told himself he was loathe to accept… but maybe he did appreciate it a little more now than he did before, seeing how quickly Tokaku remembered, and how finely his arm worked. And how much easier it made teaching and explaining things, when he could draw on latent experience and knowledge, and had a rough idea of what his student was capable of if he actually put his mind to it.

It also helped that Tokaku was a surprisingly open-minded student, at least now. He had been a very close-minded man before, and Llyr had not forgotten the way he spoke to him, his friends, and his partner. Yet, Nero lended his aid readily, and Tokaku took his lessons on board with little to no resistance. Llyr had seen for himself the horned man's graduation from quivering mess on the floor to, maybe, a passable swordsman.

He kept a close eye on him, now, as the rifle lined up with each target before blasting it into the nothingness. Some targets became a challenge, as Llyr began to move them: in very specific patterns at first, but becoming less like a pathed movement, and more like a dangling carrot with the last few.

Tokaku shot down each one with care in his precision. He took his time with this task, recognising it well enough as opportunity to familiarise himself further with his bonded weapon. With each shot he could feel how the magic flowed through it, and study the mechanisms, not just through sight, but through sensation too. He became quicker with each shot, until the last few were fluid twitches and motions that seemed as natural a motion as turning one's head.

Llyr had gotten lost in the dance of it all, evidently, as, when the final bone shattered and the music ended, he found Tokaku was staring at him in a great manner of confusion.

"Why do you look so pleased with yourself?" He almost sounded offended, but he was a bit past taking offense with the look on Llyr's face. He was often just unreasonably smug, he'd noticed, and it wasn't intentionally provocative. His face was just stuck like that.

This time there was definitely a reason, and Llyr felt a little embarrassed for being caught out.

"... Well," said Llyr, finally managing words, but not liking how his face lit up a bit with the first sound that left him, "maybe I am a little pleased to see a firearm handled properly."

There was another moment of Tokaku being stunned… before he began to laugh. Not a mean or condescending laugh; a sound made by someone who was quite relieved to realise that a rather intimidating person was not nearly as scary as they had tried to make themselves look. It was not the first time he had had this experience, and he was sure it would not be the last. Llyr's embarrassment at his honesty was very much from a place of not understanding his feelings, and, for Tokaku, seeing that was like looking in a mirror.

Llyr truly had not wanted to let go of his distrust and disdain for Tokaku, and, now that he had been forced to, he had been left vulnerable — not to Tokaku, but to himself.

"You said it yourself!" Tokaku barked through his laughter, "We are alternates, you fool!"

Llyr didn't feel any less embarrassed to hear his words parroted back at him… but the humour with which his mirror took such a thing, did make him feel a little less awkward.

He just about regained his composure, albeit notably lacking in threat now. "Enough of that, you tittering twat. One more round of targets and then you can fuck off and eat carrots or whatever it is you do when you're not running away from swords. I am tired of you." The jabs came a bit thicker, but they had noticeably much less sharpness to them now.

Tokaku's laughter tapered off, and he leveled his rifle up to the forming target range once more, with a renewed determination.

#{}{} V: MAIN #{}{} LLYR #tokcku #ruintale #(( gods sorry this is 2050 words it's hardly a drabble anymore OTL ))#(( this happened between the training session where toki stabbed nero and the thread with toki showing audio his gun i just hadn't wrote it #posting it to this blog first bc more followers tbhhh ))

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hedjblogr · 4 years

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actually if u want to go see my writing right now and don't think Undertale is too cringe I do have blogs with some older drabbles and para RPs on them

@ruintale @ruinfell these are the "AUs" I'm writing which is a loose fucking term given I diverged from the story a lot, especially with ruinfell

summary of ruintale: the timeline is destroyed after a genocide run but, miraculously, the papyrus and gaster escape this destruction. papyrus' life seems to return to normalcy when he assimilates into what seems to be a perfectly normal timeline as though it were his own, not remembering otherwise even, but things unravel fast once he is introduced to the multiverse - to the point where he begins to question his identity and purpose.

summary of ruinfell: monsters had succeeded in breaking the barrier and found themselves entrenched in a losing battle against humanity, having severely overestimated their forces. worse still, a terrible sickness had begun to spread across the land, choking it in plant life and turning all other living things to stone. papyrus and sans manage to escape to another timeline by sheer luck before this ruin claimed them completely, and found themselves having to fight to survive in the multiverse at large.

most of the writings I have up are character focused for now since they're intended to be interspersed with roleplays that occurred

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buntrousled · 5 years

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(( tfw u just wanna. rant about ur muse’s mental state and try to get down in words some kind of path to their current way of judging other people’s morality etc bc of a meme

i’ll probably post it on @ruintale if/when i write it tho bc i try to limit ooc on this blog aside from meme reblogs u feel? ))

#{}{} OOC

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ghostlykuroi · 7 years

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Ruintale pg1 Hehe so this is one of the like 4 Undertale Au’s I have and just decided to post it here too Small key to this is that Sans might be our narrator throughout most of the story.

Also due to lack of time the rest might be in black and white

#undertale #undertaleau #undertale au #ruintale #sans #papyrus #frisk

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ruintale · 6 years

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[[ HUMAN || CONFESSION ]]

@ruintale

That caused Audio to pause in his little project, glancing up from his work to blink over to the skeleton monster. He fixed him with a blank stare, and the wheels could be seen turning within his eyes as he debated whether or not this was some sort of… joke?

But that wasn’t right. His knowledge may be limited on this particular monster, but not once did Tokaku strike him as a comedian. There was a heaviness behind the words that forcibly grabbed his attention. Very carefully, Audio put down the tool he had been using.

“Are you… Ill?”

It was an awkward question. What else was he to say? He’s still taken aback, and he was looking over Tokaku in search of any signs of ailment or even injury. What would compel him to inform him of this otherwise? It was completely out of the blue!

The horn-crested skeleton certainly didn’t look ill. Not that there was an especially easy way to tell, but... No, he shakes his head at the question.

“I am not ill. I am being hunted. By another of my fragments.”

Bringing this up is surprisingly difficult for him, but then, maybe not so surprising. He remembers, still, how Audio reacted to hearing about CHECK — another of his fragments. A fragment he had hunted down himself, to take his power, and his place.

Looking at his friend right now is hard; there’s a repelling magnetic force to it, that forces his eyes down into his hands. He’s fidgeting with his sleeves. It’s uncharacteristically shy of him. He is not usually so concerned with the opinions of others, nor does he ever really show fear.

He swallows. Emotion has been a challenge for him to get his head around.

“It is inevitable that we will clash, and one of us will die, so that the other may be closer to being whole.”

#{}{} V: MAIN #{}{} TOKAKU #mraudio the audacious

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mikaeradibujos · 3 years

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Hola a todos! He creado un universo alterno de Undertale llamado Ruintale, esta es la primera parte de la historia, ya dubiera las otras partes

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shadikal15-blog · 7 years

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AU Tage

AU Tage is a tradition that starts every 1,000 years where all AUs gather together, talk, play and show off their abilities.

Once the event begins all AU building will halt until this event has been finished, This event will last for approximately 144 hours (6 days), this event is held by the deities Ink, Error, Negative, Glitch and Time!Sans. The event will be held in a field with a landscape immeasurable by the naked eye, the event is mostly held to let AUs get to know one another and is also designed to test skills. The event is meant to be fun and nonviolent. The deities will also take place in this event as it's necessary that AUs get to know them as well.

If you want your an AU that hasn’t already been added then please tell or ask me.

This animation is scheduled to be done in 2019 - 2020 January or October.

The reason for this is because this AU will have over 300 AUs in it.

besides that i could use some help with the art and animation of some of the characters. if you are willing to help me do this you will be paid well. further information can be shared and noted upon asking me.

AUs

6-Tale

Absolutetale

AfterTale

AkinTale

AlphaTale

Alterfell

Alterswap

AlterTale

AngelTale

Anti-Cross/X-Swap

Apathytale

ArtTale

AsylumTale

BabyBones

Belieftale

Beyond!Sans

Big Trio

Bill!Sans

BineFell

BineSwap

BineTale

BirdTale

Blade!Sans

Broken!Science

CatTale

Changetale

ChessTale

CircusTale

CNAS-Tale

Code Red!Sans

Code!Sans

CreateTale

Danceswap

DanceTale

DarkTale

DemonTale

Destroyer!Sans

DogTale

DragonTale

DreamTale

DustHell

Dustshift

DustTale

EmptyTale

EndTale

EpicTale

Error!Sans

Error404

EXPtale

FableTwister

Fateswap

FearTale

FlowerFell

FlowerHell

Fnaftale

Freshfell

Freshswap

FutureTale

Gabe!Sans

GasTale

Gaster Blster!Sans

Gaster!Sans

Gastertale

GenderSwap

GenderSwaptale

GenocideSwap

Glitch

Glitch!Sans

Gothic Sans

Gradient!Sans

Grouptale

HandPlates

HappyTale

Hate!Sans

Help_Tale

HeroTale

Hope!Sans

Horrorfell

Horrorshift

Horrorswap

HorrorTale

Humantale

HungaryTale

Infected!

IXOZ

InkTale

InsomniaTale

Inverted fate

KeepTale/Keeper!Sans

Killer!Sans

KindTale

LastTale

LightTale

LittelTale

Littleswap

Lucario the Skeleton

Lucatale

Lyrictale

McLennonTale

MemeLord!Sans

MentalTale

Mettafell

Mettatale

Minortale

MLGtale

MossTale

NegaTale

Negative

Negative!Sans

NightmareTale

NinjagoTale

Oceantale

OcTale

OurTale

Outeralter

Outerfell

Outerfresh

Outershift

Outerswap

OuterTale

OverTale

PaperJam

PhotoNegative!Sans

Portaltale

ProTale

ReaperSwap

ReaperTale

Regulartale

RescueTale

RevengeSwap

Robotale

RoleRevers

Rosetale

RougeTale

Ruintale

Sakura!Sans

Sand!Sans

SavageTale

Savetale

ScarFell

ScarTale

Schooltale

Science!Sans

Seraphim!Sans

ShadowTale

ShatterTale

ShiftSwap

SixBones

SlaughterTale

SolloarTale

SoloarTale

Sonictale

SoulTale

SpirtTale

Spongeshift

Spongeswap

Spongetale

Stargoat

StoryFell

StoryShift

StorySpin

StoryWarp

SugarBerry!Sans

SwapFell

Swaprole

SwapTale

Tahw!Sans

Taletwist

TekTon!Sans

Temmietale

The Emperor

Time!Sans

Toadswap

Trainertale

Ultrafell

Ultra-Sans

UltraTale

Ultratale

Under(Her)Tail

Underempire

UnderErase

Underfail

UnderFell

UnderFresh

UnderHell

UnderKeep

UnderLust

UnderMafia

Undernovela

UnderPants

UnderPray

UnderSail

UnderSoul

Understeam

Underswich

Undertail

UnderTale

UnderTale(Red)

UnderTale(Yellow)

UnderTonic

Undertude

UnderVirus

UnderWorld

Undynetale

UnstableTale

UpperTale

Undertale Rho

UTAUWikiTale

Virtuestale

What!Sans

WonderTale

X-Tale

Yandereswap

Yanderetale

Yeehawtale

#everyone is special

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shadowscarlet5-undertaleblog · 2 years

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I thought they were about to kiss

That's what i thought too anon—

#Ask anon #Sorry took awhile to response!#frans #Ruin!frans #Ruintale #Frisk #sans #SansxFrisk #FriskxSans #Frans au #not until he ruined it XD

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buckethead-studios-blog · 6 years

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Ruintale-2

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injuryfrisk-blog · 7 years

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InjuryTale

И так,хочу поделится мыслями для создания новой АУ...(Внимание,немного похожа на RuinTale,но честное слово на момент появления идеи об этой АУ не знала)

И так...

Сюжет:

За семь лет до подения седьмого человека (в этой вселенной восьмого).На гору Эббот приходит женщина,которая кидает туда маленького ребёнка (это и будет Фриск). После падения дитя выживает и её (В этой вселенной Фриск девочка) находит Ториель.Обноружив,что девочка ранена (на половину лица раскинулся сильный ожог) оставляет у себя.

Девочка около семи лет растёт у бывшей королевы дома,но падает ещё один ребёнок.желающий устроить геноцид.Он тоже пожил некоторое время у Ториель,но покинул руины.Теперь, Фриск тоже хочет узнать что за пределами её "дома" и счательно к этому готовится.Прошло три года.Уже 10ти летняя главная героиня выбирается из руин,берёт в руки копьё и сумку,и движется на "разведку" по подземелью.

Вскоре она встречает израненных монстров,с одним или двумя HP,которые рассказывают,что три года назад из руин вышел ребёнок,который сделала всё это с ними.Теперь,Фриск поняла,с кем жила в то время и как же онга поступит? Выберет путь геноцида,убив и без того слабых монстров,или даст этим беднягам второй шанс?

Персонажи:

Фриск-10ти летняя девочка в свитере с руной дельта,с сумкой на талии и копьём.На лице ожог.Старается быть оптимистом,очень любознательная. Ненавидит Азгора

Ториель: Как и есть Ториель

Санс: Как и в оригинале комик.Из телесных повреждений,седьмой ребёнок только ранил его левый глаз.Теперь тот забинтован.Всё ещё обладает магией,только использует её реже.Любит и заботится о Папайрусе

Папайрус: Менее вспыльчив и зазнайчив нежели в оригинале.От него после попытки геноцида осталась только голова.Папайрус слеп,сочувствует человеку.Очень часто сожелеет о своей жизни

Андайн: Всё ещё остаётся боевой,но убить человека стремится меньше.Носит бинт на торсе.Является пессимистом

Альфис: Без изменений

Меттатон: Нету рук и ног,а так всё в норме

Маффет: С рук свисают бинты,вся в порезах.Намеренна унечтожить человечество,за их скупость и злобу

Азгор: Телесных повреждений нету,но зедесь он намного злее чем в оригинале

Азриель: Без изменений

Чара: Без изменений

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