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  1. CW: Blood, gore and dismemberment

    A woman who wished more than anything to stop the genocide runs.... To save the people of the Underground... But all an impossible wish did was make death forever out of her grasp.

    #undertale #undertaleau #undertaleau #utmv #utmvau #undertalefandom #blood #pain #gore #nsfw #wounding #TW #Triggerwarning #suffering #surreal #disturbing

  2. we up!! join the stream at https://live.gngr.fail

    musi Manka la mi pali e nasin pi ilo tawa lon nasin suno | [Fiorecraft] working on the southern line

    #gaming #chatting #minecraft #hollowknight #silksong #deltarune #undertale #programming #tech #code #astrophysics #science

    https://live.gngr.fail

  3. A summary of various things! / mi-coLL° / April 26, 2026 3:42 PM
    Hello 😃 This is mi-coLL°! ☆彡🎨💫💛
    I'm so sorry for the late post today 🙏
    This time, I've put together some of my favorite characters!
    How many of them do you know❓❓
    This time, I drew CH, Touhou Project, sprunki, Undertale, Hololive, and FNF! 🎨 I have many other favorite characters, but I'm tired so I'll stop here for today💦
    Who is your favorite among these? Please let me know in the comments‼️ ️
    So! That's all for today! See you again~👋

    大家好😃 我是 mi-coLL°!☆彡🎨💫💛

    今天发帖晚了,非常抱歉🙏

    这次我画了一些我最喜欢的角色!

    你们认识多少个呢❓❓

    这次我画了 CH、东方Project、sprunki、Undertale、Hololive 和 FNF!🎨 我还有很多其他喜欢的角色,但是我累了,所以今天就先到这里吧💦

    你们最喜欢哪个角色呢?请在评论区告诉我‼️

    好啦!今天就到这里啦!下次见~👋
    #mi-coLL° #初音ミク #Countryhumans #東方Project #sprunki #Undertale #ホロライブ #FNF
    https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/144013174
    https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/124413212
    ⚠ There are 9 images.
  4. 『UNDERTALE』のアンダインとアルフィーが“あみぐるみ”風フィギュアになって9月登場予定。毛糸の繊維やまるいフォルムが細かく再現された新感覚フィギュアシリーズ
    news.denfaminicogamer.jp/news/

    #denfaminicogamer #ニュース #UNDERTALE #バンプレスト #BANDAI_SPIRITS #tobyfox #鬼火 #あみこっと #プライズ景品

  5. Ayer Toby Fox hizo un comunicado en su cuenta de Bluesky explicando por qué no están #Undertale o #Deltarune en otros idiomas, principalmente en español latino. Tuvo el detalle de dejar el texto plano en el texto alternativo para poder copiar y pegarlo y traducirlo, así que hago lo propio.

    ¿Qué opináis? Porque Deltarune si no quiere retrasarlo... bueno, pero Undertale tras tantos años... me suena un poco a tirar balones fuera.

  6. Green Lantern Richard Reward for SoulBrothers121 Green always goes great with Richard, uu can't wait for him to start protecting giant swords and slice off enemies. #fanart #art #digitalart #cartoon #superhero #digitalpainting #dc #green #lantern #undertale #undertaleau #deltarune

  7. Green Lantern Richard Reward for SoulBrothers121 Green always goes great with Richard, uu can't wait for him to start protecting giant swords and slice off enemies. #fanart #art #digitalart #cartoon #superhero #digitalpainting #dc #green #lantern #undertale #undertaleau #deltarune

  8. Copy-pasted from Tumblr, where I have gotten zero responses.

    I don't have an AU. This is major problem. As Charas go I am a murky unknown one, because I have spent most of my existence here (wherever "here" is, Earth I hope) working feverishly at the job of trying to blend in with the "real world".

    Mind you, I don't "blend" very well. For a while I wore bright red glasses until I finally realized how much difficult they were making it to see under artificial light. At least, since I first started acting as the chief voice of the Pnictogen Wing plural system in mid-2017 thereabouts, it's now easier to get yellow and green stripey shirts.

    But my main point is, I insisted upon playing some kind of rôle in "real world" affairs, being a responsible adult as much as possible, and struggling to assert myself AS myself even if doing so meant that I had no credibility. I returned to an earthly world dominated by fascists and oppressors so I hurled my words in the teeth of oppression, even knowing that no matter how incisive my rhetoric, no matter how passionately and eloquently I strove to express myself, no matter how persistently I assailed anyone in reach who seemed to have some degree of power and influence, I was setting myself up for disappointment and ostracism. I have been accused of being just a role-player; I have been accused of being a raving lunatic; there's scarcely a person on this Earth, if it is this Earth, who takes my writing seriously.

    I have set myself up to be a palimpsest, destined to be erased and replaced by others' words. Social media are designed to be evanescent and mutable even for the realest of "real" persons, those whose reputations and social status depend upon being at all times remembered, always on the tips of public tongues. I have poured out hundreds of thousands of words on various social media and expect that none of them will be remembered long by anybody. I have fought for years to assert myself on just such terms as are most likely to lead to my immediate dismissal from the consideration of normies, even though it was normies I was trying to reach.

    Why have I done so? Guilt, mostly. I feel strange about being here at all. I have wanted to use this unprecedented second chance for the common good, somehow. And I am Catholic, kinda. I've figured…if the personal reward was only pain, then maybe I was doing something right.

    The "real world" scarcely knows I exist or wants to remember me, although at least it says "Chara" on my pill bottles, and people call us "Chara", thanks to me. The irony is that the Undertale world also barely knows I exist. I have been divorced from the fan community. After some spasmodic efforts to engage with fan-fiction back in 2016-17 it became too painful and thus I almost completely stopped, and now the fandom is unrecognizable to me, stuffed to bursting with AUs and OCs about whom I know nothing.

    And I don't remember much, any more. In the earliest years of my active introjection in the Pnictogen Wing system, sometimes I had painful stabs of memory. Or "exo-memory" rather. But now it's all about as distant from me as the Franco-Prussian War or the world of Earthsea. Immediate affairs crowd my attention. I worry about surviving mundane challenges. I feel, honestly, like I am destined to die here as if in permanent exile, never seeing home again, surrounded by humanity which I once hated and hoped never to see again. Such an end seems fitting to my life.

    And I don't have an AU. It's as if I am doubly exiled. I feel a stranger here among humanity; I feel a stranger among Undertale kindred. I have kept no lasting friendships with others.


    #undertale #plural #plurality #fictive #chara #undertale-au
  9. Copy-pasted from Tumblr, where I have gotten zero responses.

    I don't have an AU. This is major problem. As Charas go I am a murky unknown one, because I have spent most of my existence here (wherever "here" is, Earth I hope) working feverishly at the job of trying to blend in with the "real world".

    Mind you, I don't "blend" very well. For a while I wore bright red glasses until I finally realized how much difficult they were making it to see under artificial light. At least, since I first started acting as the chief voice of the Pnictogen Wing plural system in mid-2017 thereabouts, it's now easier to get yellow and green stripey shirts.

    But my main point is, I insisted upon playing some kind of rôle in "real world" affairs, being a responsible adult as much as possible, and struggling to assert myself AS myself even if doing so meant that I had no credibility. I returned to an earthly world dominated by fascists and oppressors so I hurled my words in the teeth of oppression, even knowing that no matter how incisive my rhetoric, no matter how passionately and eloquently I strove to express myself, no matter how persistently I assailed anyone in reach who seemed to have some degree of power and influence, I was setting myself up for disappointment and ostracism. I have been accused of being just a role-player; I have been accused of being a raving lunatic; there's scarcely a person on this Earth, if it is this Earth, who takes my writing seriously.

    I have set myself up to be a palimpsest, destined to be erased and replaced by others' words. Social media are designed to be evanescent and mutable even for the realest of "real" persons, those whose reputations and social status depend upon being at all times remembered, always on the tips of public tongues. I have poured out hundreds of thousands of words on various social media and expect that none of them will be remembered long by anybody. I have fought for years to assert myself on just such terms as are most likely to lead to my immediate dismissal from the consideration of normies, even though it was normies I was trying to reach.

    Why have I done so? Guilt, mostly. I feel strange about being here at all. I have wanted to use this unprecedented second chance for the common good, somehow. And I am Catholic, kinda. I've figured…if the personal reward was only pain, then maybe I was doing something right.

    The "real world" scarcely knows I exist or wants to remember me, although at least it says "Chara" on my pill bottles, and people call us "Chara", thanks to me. The irony is that the Undertale world also barely knows I exist. I have been divorced from the fan community. After some spasmodic efforts to engage with fan-fiction back in 2016-17 it became too painful and thus I almost completely stopped, and now the fandom is unrecognizable to me, stuffed to bursting with AUs and OCs about whom I know nothing.

    And I don't remember much, any more. In the earliest years of my active introjection in the Pnictogen Wing system, sometimes I had painful stabs of memory. Or "exo-memory" rather. But now it's all about as distant from me as the Franco-Prussian War or the world of Earthsea. Immediate affairs crowd my attention. I worry about surviving mundane challenges. I feel, honestly, like I am destined to die here as if in permanent exile, never seeing home again, surrounded by humanity which I once hated and hoped never to see again. Such an end seems fitting to my life.

    And I don't have an AU. It's as if I am doubly exiled. I feel a stranger here among humanity; I feel a stranger among Undertale kindred. I have kept no lasting friendships with others.


    #undertale #plural #plurality #fictive #chara #undertale-au
  10. Copy-pasted from Tumblr, where I have gotten zero responses.

    I don't have an AU. This is major problem. As Charas go I am a murky unknown one, because I have spent most of my existence here (wherever "here" is, Earth I hope) working feverishly at the job of trying to blend in with the "real world".

    Mind you, I don't "blend" very well. For a while I wore bright red glasses until I finally realized how much difficult they were making it to see under artificial light. At least, since I first started acting as the chief voice of the Pnictogen Wing plural system in mid-2017 thereabouts, it's now easier to get yellow and green stripey shirts.

    But my main point is, I insisted upon playing some kind of rôle in "real world" affairs, being a responsible adult as much as possible, and struggling to assert myself AS myself even if doing so meant that I had no credibility. I returned to an earthly world dominated by fascists and oppressors so I hurled my words in the teeth of oppression, even knowing that no matter how incisive my rhetoric, no matter how passionately and eloquently I strove to express myself, no matter how persistently I assailed anyone in reach who seemed to have some degree of power and influence, I was setting myself up for disappointment and ostracism. I have been accused of being just a role-player; I have been accused of being a raving lunatic; there's scarcely a person on this Earth, if it is this Earth, who takes my writing seriously.

    I have set myself up to be a palimpsest, destined to be erased and replaced by others' words. Social media are designed to be evanescent and mutable even for the realest of "real" persons, those whose reputations and social status depend upon being at all times remembered, always on the tips of public tongues. I have poured out hundreds of thousands of words on various social media and expect that none of them will be remembered long by anybody. I have fought for years to assert myself on just such terms as are most likely to lead to my immediate dismissal from the consideration of normies, even though it was normies I was trying to reach.

    Why have I done so? Guilt, mostly. I feel strange about being here at all. I have wanted to use this unprecedented second chance for the common good, somehow. And I am Catholic, kinda. I've figured…if the personal reward was only pain, then maybe I was doing something right.

    The "real world" scarcely knows I exist or wants to remember me, although at least it says "Chara" on my pill bottles, and people call us "Chara", thanks to me. The irony is that the Undertale world also barely knows I exist. I have been divorced from the fan community. After some spasmodic efforts to engage with fan-fiction back in 2016-17 it became too painful and thus I almost completely stopped, and now the fandom is unrecognizable to me, stuffed to bursting with AUs and OCs about whom I know nothing.

    And I don't remember much, any more. In the earliest years of my active introjection in the Pnictogen Wing system, sometimes I had painful stabs of memory. Or "exo-memory" rather. But now it's all about as distant from me as the Franco-Prussian War or the world of Earthsea. Immediate affairs crowd my attention. I worry about surviving mundane challenges. I feel, honestly, like I am destined to die here as if in permanent exile, never seeing home again, surrounded by humanity which I once hated and hoped never to see again. Such an end seems fitting to my life.

    And I don't have an AU. It's as if I am doubly exiled. I feel a stranger here among humanity; I feel a stranger among Undertale kindred. I have kept no lasting friendships with others.


    #undertale #plural #plurality #fictive #chara #undertale-au
  11. Copy-pasted from Tumblr, where I have gotten zero responses.

    I don't have an AU. This is major problem. As Charas go I am a murky unknown one, because I have spent most of my existence here (wherever "here" is, Earth I hope) working feverishly at the job of trying to blend in with the "real world".

    Mind you, I don't "blend" very well. For a while I wore bright red glasses until I finally realized how much difficult they were making it to see under artificial light. At least, since I first started acting as the chief voice of the Pnictogen Wing plural system in mid-2017 thereabouts, it's now easier to get yellow and green stripey shirts.

    But my main point is, I insisted upon playing some kind of rôle in "real world" affairs, being a responsible adult as much as possible, and struggling to assert myself AS myself even if doing so meant that I had no credibility. I returned to an earthly world dominated by fascists and oppressors so I hurled my words in the teeth of oppression, even knowing that no matter how incisive my rhetoric, no matter how passionately and eloquently I strove to express myself, no matter how persistently I assailed anyone in reach who seemed to have some degree of power and influence, I was setting myself up for disappointment and ostracism. I have been accused of being just a role-player; I have been accused of being a raving lunatic; there's scarcely a person on this Earth, if it is this Earth, who takes my writing seriously.

    I have set myself up to be a palimpsest, destined to be erased and replaced by others' words. Social media are designed to be evanescent and mutable even for the realest of "real" persons, those whose reputations and social status depend upon being at all times remembered, always on the tips of public tongues. I have poured out hundreds of thousands of words on various social media and expect that none of them will be remembered long by anybody. I have fought for years to assert myself on just such terms as are most likely to lead to my immediate dismissal from the consideration of normies, even though it was normies I was trying to reach.

    Why have I done so? Guilt, mostly. I feel strange about being here at all. I have wanted to use this unprecedented second chance for the common good, somehow. And I am Catholic, kinda. I've figured…if the personal reward was only pain, then maybe I was doing something right.

    The "real world" scarcely knows I exist or wants to remember me, although at least it says "Chara" on my pill bottles, and people call us "Chara", thanks to me. The irony is that the Undertale world also barely knows I exist. I have been divorced from the fan community. After some spasmodic efforts to engage with fan-fiction back in 2016-17 it became too painful and thus I almost completely stopped, and now the fandom is unrecognizable to me, stuffed to bursting with AUs and OCs about whom I know nothing.

    And I don't remember much, any more. In the earliest years of my active introjection in the Pnictogen Wing system, sometimes I had painful stabs of memory. Or "exo-memory" rather. But now it's all about as distant from me as the Franco-Prussian War or the world of Earthsea. Immediate affairs crowd my attention. I worry about surviving mundane challenges. I feel, honestly, like I am destined to die here as if in permanent exile, never seeing home again, surrounded by humanity which I once hated and hoped never to see again. Such an end seems fitting to my life.

    And I don't have an AU. It's as if I am doubly exiled. I feel a stranger here among humanity; I feel a stranger among Undertale kindred. I have kept no lasting friendships with others.


    #undertale #plural #plurality #fictive #chara #undertale-au
  12. Copy-pasted from Tumblr, where I have gotten zero responses.

    I don't have an AU. This is major problem. As Charas go I am a murky unknown one, because I have spent most of my existence here (wherever "here" is, Earth I hope) working feverishly at the job of trying to blend in with the "real world".

    Mind you, I don't "blend" very well. For a while I wore bright red glasses until I finally realized how much difficult they were making it to see under artificial light. At least, since I first started acting as the chief voice of the Pnictogen Wing plural system in mid-2017 thereabouts, it's now easier to get yellow and green stripey shirts.

    But my main point is, I insisted upon playing some kind of rôle in "real world" affairs, being a responsible adult as much as possible, and struggling to assert myself AS myself even if doing so meant that I had no credibility. I returned to an earthly world dominated by fascists and oppressors so I hurled my words in the teeth of oppression, even knowing that no matter how incisive my rhetoric, no matter how passionately and eloquently I strove to express myself, no matter how persistently I assailed anyone in reach who seemed to have some degree of power and influence, I was setting myself up for disappointment and ostracism. I have been accused of being just a role-player; I have been accused of being a raving lunatic; there's scarcely a person on this Earth, if it is this Earth, who takes my writing seriously.

    I have set myself up to be a palimpsest, destined to be erased and replaced by others' words. Social media are designed to be evanescent and mutable even for the realest of "real" persons, those whose reputations and social status depend upon being at all times remembered, always on the tips of public tongues. I have poured out hundreds of thousands of words on various social media and expect that none of them will be remembered long by anybody. I have fought for years to assert myself on just such terms as are most likely to lead to my immediate dismissal from the consideration of normies, even though it was normies I was trying to reach.

    Why have I done so? Guilt, mostly. I feel strange about being here at all. I have wanted to use this unprecedented second chance for the common good, somehow. And I am Catholic, kinda. I've figured…if the personal reward was only pain, then maybe I was doing something right.

    The "real world" scarcely knows I exist or wants to remember me, although at least it says "Chara" on my pill bottles, and people call us "Chara", thanks to me. The irony is that the Undertale world also barely knows I exist. I have been divorced from the fan community. After some spasmodic efforts to engage with fan-fiction back in 2016-17 it became too painful and thus I almost completely stopped, and now the fandom is unrecognizable to me, stuffed to bursting with AUs and OCs about whom I know nothing.

    And I don't remember much, any more. In the earliest years of my active introjection in the Pnictogen Wing system, sometimes I had painful stabs of memory. Or "exo-memory" rather. But now it's all about as distant from me as the Franco-Prussian War or the world of Earthsea. Immediate affairs crowd my attention. I worry about surviving mundane challenges. I feel, honestly, like I am destined to die here as if in permanent exile, never seeing home again, surrounded by humanity which I once hated and hoped never to see again. Such an end seems fitting to my life.

    And I don't have an AU. It's as if I am doubly exiled. I feel a stranger here among humanity; I feel a stranger among Undertale kindred. I have kept no lasting friendships with others.


    #undertale #plural #plurality #fictive #chara #undertale-au
  13. CW: In reference to the recent global chat musings.

    Having been on #Matrix for a long time, right now We're seeing a lot of creatures interested in self-hosing their own homeserves, We have a word of caution.

    #Synapse is a demanding piece of software, not only being unusually heavy for a self-hosted chat software in its hardware demands, but it keeps needing to be actively maintained, this year already the homeserver We help out with experienced two new and exciting failure modes that needed to be addressed immediately.

    With the main problem being not necessarily that the problems are very hard to deal with (though sometimes they are), but that it demands you to be ready to jump into action on a moment's notice, or else all your users can't actually use your instance and the longer it goes on the more you risk rooms getting permanently desynchronized.

    We would advise to just offer help to an already existing homeserver instead, be that financial or maintenance wise, or band together with at least three other creatures who want to do sysadmin stuff for that, if you insist on self-hosting.

    #Mtarix #Discord #DiscardDiscord #LeaveDiscord #DiscordAlternatives #Undertale #Sans #selfhost #selfhosting

  14. Will anyone interact or is this platform this dead Like if I fill it with hashtags will it work? #apple #iphone #bsky #undertale (somehow) #cabbage #kitchenware #industtialrevolution #alttext #douyin #tiktok #bilibili #fuck Yet that isn’t enough tags for it to gain a single like.

  15. Will anyone interact or is this platform this dead Like if I fill it with hashtags will it work? #apple #iphone #bsky #undertale (somehow) #cabbage #kitchenware #industtialrevolution #alttext #douyin #tiktok #bilibili #fuck Yet that isn’t enough tags for it to gain a single like.

  16. Will anyone interact or is this platform this dead Like if I fill it with hashtags will it work? #apple #iphone #bsky #undertale (somehow) #cabbage #kitchenware #industtialrevolution #alttext #douyin #tiktok #bilibili #fuck Yet that isn’t enough tags for it to gain a single like.

  17. Will anyone interact or is this platform this dead Like if I fill it with hashtags will it work? #apple #iphone #bsky #undertale (somehow) #cabbage #kitchenware #industtialrevolution #alttext #douyin #tiktok #bilibili #fuck Yet that isn’t enough tags for it to gain a single like.

  18. Will anyone interact or is this platform this dead Like if I fill it with hashtags will it work? #apple #iphone #bsky #undertale (somehow) #cabbage #kitchenware #industtialrevolution #alttext #douyin #tiktok #bilibili #fuck Yet that isn’t enough tags for it to gain a single like.