#lordofthelostworld

[thebananwithaplan]

(cont. , @lordofthelostworld )

Oh, good. The ghost doesn't recognize him in the slightest .That's one less headache to deal with.

Death wasn't a fighter? Not normally, at least? Now that he thought about it, despite holding that scythe of his, Banana's never really seen it be used to attack people until now. Maybe he shouldn't be too surprised, then.

"Is that so..." A staggering amount of energy? Boy, does Chimizo have NO idea how much DB can believe that. Cautiously approaching to take a closer look at the reaper's poor state, it did look like he got the energy sucked right out of him....

....The host wondered if lending Death some of what he absorbed would help get him back up sooner than later.

"I gotta say, he did look pretty awesome back there, for a first-time fighter." Holding a gloved hand behind himself, three fingers would be summoned from the hidden glove. DB focused on letting a small stream of that excess soul energy leak from those fingertips, and trying to discretely guide it to Death's unconscious form. So he hoped.

"I sure hope he doesn't stay knocked out for too long; I was looking around for him, actually."

[nightmaresindreamland]

“Rise and shine— I’ve got a new challenge and a prize for our most skilled egg hunter!

Finding all one-hundred eggs is no small feat in this huge place. Congratulation to our skeletal friend Death at @lordofthelostworld​ for taking home the whole carton of them before the time ran up.

You’ll be taking home quite a haul of chocolate! Ethically sourced, of course, nothing else quite like it.”

The chocolate (all in a easter-themed basket) appears to be bars, a few different varieties of circles, and hexagons, triangles, and various other shapes. Some were individually wrapped, others in opaque plastic bags but visible through a window... There was one thing they all had in common, though. Two, actually.

The first was the branding with Nightmare’s insignia in some place, and the second was an utter lack of an ingredients list.

“I hope you enjoyed our rather easy first task. Now it’s time to turn up the heat to something you’re more familiar with. 

This next challenge is a matter of life... Or sudden death! Dodge the bombs for as long as you can!”

[marxwandersaround]

Soul Read // @lordofthelostworld​

-Marx can only giggle at the shocked expression and tone of Death. Leave it to him to surprise something so ancient as the grim reaper. The small jester’s wings shift and bend in front of him as he giggles, very much like a person would use their hands to giggle behind.

Though once the shock wore off Marx grins in excitement. Moving his wings away from his face to stare back at the reaper. It’s was a chilling sort of gaze, as to be expected, but no worse than staring into the void. The blue was pretty he could admit. The kind of blue some ghosts could be, at least Marx assumed ghosts could be blue. But after a moment or two the blue was gone and the reaper had his answer.

There was no surprise by two of the desires named, he knew those as they were very important goals to keep up with! To be bored was so awful! And attention is simply apart of his job....however the last desire made him tilt sideways. Family? Why would he want that? Especially after one had already failed him? That can’t be right...-

“Well green is a fine color I guess. But, but, but, family? I expected food to be that last one in all honesty! Huh. Guess it shows just how much you don’t know about me! Hehehe! I wonder...you do keep tabs on those who died, right? Like how does that work? There’s a lot of different ways people say how you keep track of those things!”

-Marx slowly rotates clockwise in the air as he speaks.-

“Also to to answer the question of who I am, I’m Marx! Marx the Cosmic jester! I make plenty of friends, but very few ever get to stay around~ Heeheehee! I’m a bit much you could say! And I don’t think you want to be similar to me, I’m a big friend to insanity~ Oh the pranks and hijinks I get in, hehehe, so much fun!

Oh I do have to ask, how do you feel about people who died, but come back to life? And I’m not talking about rebirth here. I’m talking someone who got hit by a train and was buried in the ground, but digs themselves out later because they miraculously weren’t dead anymore. Does that make your job harder, or no, or is it just ‘eh’?”

[askelvisandclaris-ghs]

“Yeah~ Maybe I could spend some time in the hotel’s garden before heading to bed, viewing the flowers and stargazing tend to bring me some calm.” she grinned, although she absently scratched at her cheek, embarrassed to admit what she’s going to say next.

“So much so, I’d fall asleep during the latter, Elvis would find me curled up near the blooms and take me back to our room. Every time I would apologize to him, but he’d say it wasn’t a problem since none of the resident’s don’t really try to do any harm to me.” she gave a puzzled look, but shrugged. “As odd as that sounds for any of them to exempt someone like me from anyone who does incur their wrath in the hotel.”

[spcllbounded]

Soul Reading:  @lordofthelostworld​​

Full stop. Purpose? One true goal? Close people? 

Whatever face Amarant had just about a minute ago, it sank. If it weren’t for the flames of hair that covered his, his change in expression would have been as clear as day.

Sure. Life didn’t always give you what you wanted. Amarant was well aware of that by now. But this. This hit differently. He should be walking away and shrugging it off like anything else. Even a cold laughter would have been normal for his standards.

This sounds like a joke. A cruel joke. But how can a joke be this…specific?

“What the hell? What do you think you’re playing at here?” At this point, death was only inches away from being met with the strike of Amarant’s claws he just drew out. 

“You may not know me, but it doesn’t take a damn genius to know this: I’m not a nice guy. You really think I got time for something like friends?”

[stitchinguphorrors]

RP - A brush with Death

@lordofthelostworld

They didn’t know how much time they spent lying on that little bed. For all they knew it could have been weeks or even years. Time had a funny habit of doing that. Eventually, they drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

[noircixcafard]

@lordofthelostworld

As soon as they opened their eyes, they should’ve closed them. Unfortunately, they didn’t and began to wander through the seemingly endless field of gray flowers and fog. After what felt like ages, they looked around, and seeing no one around, picked a flower. The beautiful little thing immediately collapsed into powdery ash, with only a little bit remaining in their hand, which they blew away.

“I should’ve thought...” They mumbled as they stood back up. Their eyes happened to catch the silhouette of someone in the mist.

“Hello. Are you made of ash too?” They asked, their depressed tone a major shift from their usual mania.

[king-asgore]

[closed starter for @lordofthelostworld ]

[ Night had come but Asgore found himself wanting to wander some through his city..The night was still quite young..Perhaps something exciting would happen? The younger monsters had developed quite a few interesting ways to burn the night oil as the saying went..

Perhaps he’d join them and have a bit of fun in town as well? Wandering about the lit streets of New Home he looked about for something to pass the time. ]

* Goodness..they’ve done quite a bit with this place now..

[ Looking about, he failed to keep a eye on the route he was on..]

[dapperishly-a]

[[ Papyrus Starter ]]

          “EXCUSE ME, YOU WOULDN'T OF HAPPENED TO OF SEEN A TINY HUMAN RUNNING AROUND HERE WOULD YO--” He pauses and basically freezes. “........OH MY GOD. ARE YOU A SKELETON?” He had stars in his eyes.

                                                   @lordofthelostworld

[parttimepuff]

(lordofthelostworld) Death was back again. Although he could not entirely tell where Hermit was hiding, he could sense where their developing soul lingered. At least now he had a good moment to visit, in light of everything going on.

"Hermit? It should be safe now." He decided to be straight to the point. "I've been looking into what's been going on between work. I don't think you need to hide as much anymore."

And thank the anons for that. Much as he disliked to admit it. "You haven't been too scared, have you? If you'd like, I can stay for a little while this time, until I need to go back." He offered.

Since they'd last talked, Hermit had been sure to be extra vigilant of their surroundings. The scary them was looking to find them, after all, and they had to be sure that they stayed hidden. Luckily, they'd never seen them, but they'd not seen their new friends, either.

It was a great relief to see Death again. Hermit came out of hiding the moment he spoke, floating over to the apparition. "Safe..? Scary me gone..?" They asked, glancing about just in case. No one else was nearby that they could see. "Good..." Their skeletal friend was so good at keeping them safe. They hoped to also be a good friend to him.

"Some scared..." Hermit admitted. Even if no one else had come by, the possibility was frightening. The offer to stay for awhile immediately caught their attention. "Yes..! Want stay... for some time..." They accepted. Death had so much to teach them and made them feel safe. The two good things they knew.

And... maybe something else. Though they couldn't quite put a name to it.

[thebananwithaplan]

@lordofthelostworld sent in:

(( 🌸 :) ))

3 Nice Things (Accepting)

• Again, he is thankful for Death and his healing powers that saved him more times than he expected to. And also being spared from him more times than he deserved.

• Doesn't understand why Death is so empathetic towards him, but DB secretly thanks for it nonetheless.

•He guesses he appreciates Death trying to guide him in a slightly better direction regardless. Still secretly worried about how much Death really knew about him.

[nightmaresindreamland]

x @lordofthelostworld

Oh right. He forgot. He already asked this guy and this guy threatened him. Uh. Whoops. Okay, uh.

“UUuuuuUUuUHhhhHH..”

Kirby rocked back and forth on his feet, looking at the scythe then back to bone-boy nervously.

“I.. Can I whisper it to you. If I say my name out loud, too loudly then lightning is going to hit you. Yeah. And I sorta don’t wanna deal with that so just.. Lean down and I’ll whisper it in your ear.”

Do it. Do it. Do it.

[askelvisandclaris-ghs]

Gotta LOVE how long i took to make this... But i still enjoy how it came out in the end! :D Hope it brightens your day, Death-Mun~!

[stitchinguphorrors]

“Oh... that’s coming up...”

[noircixcafard]

❀ for It! Also, Happy Birthday!!

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

((aaaaaaa thank!))

((It’s pretty neutral on flower crowns. They would probably love to wear one though.))

[chaotic-family-hellhole]

Argmon was lying on the ground. He slowly gained consciousness and good up, using one paw to rub his head.

"Arggg f***. What...what happened...? Huh?"

He looked up to see death himself looking at him.

"Oh motherf*****"

@lordofthelostworld (hope it's ok if we rp)