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private dialtown multimuse feat. phonegingi, norm allen, & callum crown. dialed by rick.
established april 21st, 2022.

RULES

This is an independent roleplay blog for a bunch of characters from Dialtown: Phone Dating Sim! Below are some rules I'd greatly appreciate you reading & following.

INTRODUCTION:
★ Hi, I’m Rick! I use they/them pronouns and I am 24.
★ OOC posts will be tagged as “🎬 || ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉᵃʳˑ (ooc.) || 🎬”
TAGS:
★ This blog will probably be rife with triggering content, so please be wary of that before following.
★ That being said, I will do my best to tag any triggers I can think of as they come up. Please let me know if I miss anything or if you need anything tagged!
★ Triggers are tagged as “trigger /”
INTERACTIONS:
DO NOT INTERACT if you are racist, ableist, LGBTQIA+phobic, exclusionist, a TERF, an MAP, or anything else fitting under that umbrella.
DO NOT INTERACT if you ship pedophilic or incestuous ships.
★ I have an interest checker; this makes it easier to tell which specific muses my followers want to interact with, and you can even share some plot ideas, if you’d like!
★ I have the Big Anxiety. If I ever take a million years getting back to you when we’re messaging, that’s probably why. That being said, I love making friends through RPing, so feel free to hit me up (especially if we’ve had a few interactions already)!
★ Feel free to send me memes or random in-character asks at any time! Even if the memes are a billion years old and I have to scroll all the way back through my blog to find it, I’ll appreciate the hell out of it. I love interactions ALWAYS.
★ When it comes to length, PLEASE don’t feel obligated to match. I have a tendency to write tediously long replies, and I could work with a one-liner response. I seriously don’t mind.
★ When it comes to formatting, please let me know if you need me to use bigger text! I usually use smaller text as a default, but I’m more than willing to accommodate for anybody who needs me to.
★ Please be patient with me, and don’t pester me for replies.
★ Do not reblog my threads if you are not involved in them.
★ When it comes to rule passwords, I might not send them in for my own comfort. That said, I do read everyone’s rule pages before I follow (and even afterwards / while interacting just to be sure I’m doing everything right), so y'all are good, trust me.
SELECTIVITY:
★ Mutually exclusive and selective; I tend to follow blogs with characters that I know. I do not follow personal blogs. There are exceptions to every rule, but this will generally be my stance.
★ Absolutely up for interacting with OC’s; I just need an accessible about page.
★ If we are not mutuals, do not ask me to roleplay with you. Feel free to send magic anons, anonymous messages, or messages in general that don’t involve pestering me for a thread. If you pester me about roleplaying, and continue to do so after I tell you to stop, I will block you.
★ Obviously, I don’t mind doubles. This is a multimuse, they’re kind of unavoidable. That said, if you wanna pull a clone heist or have our double muses be twins, I’m ALWAYS down.
★ If you post only sexual content, please don’t follow me.
OPERATION:
★ This blog will be multi-ship and crossover-friendly; when it comes to ships, let me know if you’re uncomfortable with how a relationship with my muse is progressing, and I’ll accommodate.
★ Canon is up to interpretation for most of the fandoms on this blog; as such, there’s bound to be a ton of variations between every muse I interact with, even within the same fandoms. I’m always down to match the canon of whoever I’m interacting with!
★ There will be no sexual content on this blog. I’m not comfortable with it.
SHIPPING:
★ I am 100% shipping trash. If you come to me with a pairing in mind, there is a 99% chance I’ll write it with you.
★ That being said, I prefer to have a few threads with our characters written in advance, and there must be chemistry between them.
★ There will be NO ships with characters who are minors.
A NOTE ON CALLOUTS:
★ I will NOT be engaging with callout posts in any way. This will mostly be for my own mental health; RPing is meant to be for fun, and I don’t want to freak out every time I see one on my dash.
★ If someone I am interacting with is genuinely dangerous, and has done actual harm, please tell me.
Alrighty! I’m sure this made me sound super harsh, but I swear, I am but an anxious nerd. Have fun, y'all!

MUSES

VERSES

RELATIONSHIPS

FERALREASON //
WILLIAM AFTON

[EXCLUSIVE] - William is Norm's adopted son in most verses (his main Dialtown verse, the funky FNaF/DSaF crossover, etc.). They're a wholesome little family, and Norm does his best to undo the damage that Henry has done to William throughout...y'know...his entire life. He loves his son and will protect him at all costs.

PHONEGINGI

NAME: Phonegingi
HEIGHT: 7'2"
SPECIES: goblin
BIRTHDAY: ???
AGE: ??? (ageless?)
GENDER: nonbinary
PRONOUNS: they/them
ORIENTATION: panromantic asexual
OCCUPATION: jobs??? what are those

Phonegingi is your average cryptid; living out in the woods, green skin, six nipples, horrendous with human interaction and avoiding it at all costs. They even have multiple stomachs and could probably spit acid, if you asked them to. People are often revolted by their very presence; between the frequent calls to animal control and the police, Phonegingi...isn't a very welcomed being. Of course, it might help if they weren't so damn feral.Presumably abandoned by any parent they might have had at a young age (their origins are an ambiguous mystery), and having been snatched by the Dialtown Zoo in their adolescence, Phonegingi's experience with the outside world is quite limited. Now that they've managed their escape, they've made their home in the woods, living up to their cryptid name; they've even had a legal dispute or two (they aren't allowed within twenty-five feet of the playground now, but hey, their tent wasn't gonna clean itself), and quite a few run-ins with the mayor and her goons. What a life!On the whole, though, Phonegingi's not so bad. They can be a little callous and rough around the edges, but that's only natural after how they themself have been treated. They tend to deflect on actual problems with their cryptid sense of humor, and they love to use "eggs" as a punchline...particularly after becoming inexplicably pregnant with the little bastards.


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★ Phonegingi didn't always have a phone-head; theirs looks the way it does ("handmade," stitched with actual skin) for a reason.
★ Phonegingi's phone-head also resembles Callum Crown's for a reason, as they intentionally based it on his; the reason why eludes both themself (thanks to their shoddy memory) and those around them.
★ Their phone-head functions, but it is disturbingly delicate. In their own words, they're scared to receive calls out of fear that "their stitching will come loose."
★ The Dialtown Zoo is actually a great source of trauma for Phonegingi. Their experience there and their escape, which did not include the other animals, haunts them to this day. They feel immense guilt for leaving their "brethren" behind.
★ Phonegingi's favorite food is gravel. Their face is plastered all over a number of construction sites, alongside the words "kill on sight."
(TW: DRUG USE(?)) Phonegingi's "drug" of choice is cough syrup, which they are able to ingest in shockingly copious amounts. They're often high (to some degree) whenever they walk around town.
(TW: ANIMAL DEATH) Phonegingi absolutely adopted that dead raccoon in the phone booth, and they always cart it around during/after the events of the game. Its name is "Raccoon."

PHONEGINGI VERSES

TAKE A LOOK AT THIS MONSTER:

Takes place before the events of Dialtown; Phonegingi is just a feral goblin creature, living out in isolation in the woods.


IT'S EGG TIME:

Dialtown verse; Phonegingi is given a dire task, now that they realize they are egg-nant; they must find a date, enter the fairgrounds, and lay their eggs. Expect copious amounts of either flirting or manipulation (it's either "gimme your love" or "gimme your money," no in-between). They've gotta get into that funfair somehow!


☎️ + 🕘 = ???:

Post-Dialtown verse; after the events of the game, Phonegingi not only gets to live peacefully in their tent in the woods (y'know, without the mayor sending hitmen after them), but their eggs finally hatch! Even if they absolutely hate each and every one of their kids. Maybe their parental instincts will kick in one day.


WHO ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH NAMES THEIR FAST FOOD JOINT "BEAR!?":

DSAF verse! Dialtown and DSAF already technically intersect, so this is more of an alternate universe (set in DSAF3). Despite being an absolute cryptid, Phonegingi is mistaken for one of the phone-headed managers at Freddy Fazbender's and sent to work under Jack Kennedy, owner of world-renowned "bear." Chaos ensues.


WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? BEARS DON'T EXIST ANYMORE!:

FNaF verse! Phonegingi exists and still has their phone-head, but not because of a Worldwide Dial-up; rather, it's part of their cryptid nature. They were simply hatched that way.Phonegingi is often drawn to the Freddy's pizzerias once they are abandoned (they're not Legally allowed to enter Freddy's while it's open for a NUMBER of reasons); at one point, the pizzeria starts to look like a suitable contender for a nesting location, although the presence of some funky little abandoned animatronics might stop them...


THE TIME FOR PENANCE IS NOW:

Dietown verse! After God "dies," Phonegingi wanders the resultant Hellscape, searching for salvation for their damned soul. Little do they know that the world's fate could've been avoided, if only their memory was better...


WHEN SOMETHING SMELLS, IT'S USUALLY ME:

Ace Attorney verse! (Yes, Gingi gets one, too.) Phonegingi is akin to Maya Fey in this verse, not because they're a legal assistant or anything, but because they are frequently caught on the other side of the law- the amount of times that Phonegingi has been detained under suspicion of murder is unbelievable. They're an innocent cryptid here...even if their behavior in the courtroom is reprehensible.But really, would you expect anything less from Phonegingi?


L-LOVE!? WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH IS THAT!?:

Silly goofy crack verse for RP shenanigans.

NORM ALLEN

NAME: Norman G. Allen (Norm)
HEIGHT: 5'10"
BIRTHDAY: August 25, 1932
AGE: 39
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: bisexual
OCCUPATION: veteran, astronaut, sheriff

Sergeant Norman G. Allen is a decorated war veteran and astronaut. He joined the effort around the time of the Korean War and was offered an army scholarship once he was discharged, an opportunity that did not go to waste. He earned a PhD in Theoretical Astrophysics, although one might never realize it because he rarely (if ever) flaunts his knowledge. He has a seething hatred for Ivy League types and harbors a strong anti-elite attitude; he'd feel no different from them if he started bragging about his credentials.Shortly after getting his PhD, Norm "graduated" right from the Air Force to NASA. He was even recruited by Callum Crown himself, the president of the United States (and a personal hero of Norm's, despite some of their conflicting ideals), for an interstellar mission -- he was to investigate a wormhole and see where it would lead. Every rover they'd sent had abruptly ceased transmissions, and thus the whole team was perplexed; by having a human peer inside (and possibly live to tell the tale), they might be able to ascertain what was happening.Norm took the mission on headfirst, confident in his abilities; he saw the whole mission through, even managing to clear the wormhole in one piece. He witnessed what was on the other side, and it...looked just the same as the world he'd "left," with the exception of all of the rovers they'd sent earlier (the ones they'd lost communication with). Bewildered, Norm tried contacting mission control, only to find out...he'd been sent into the future. Sixty years into the future, to be exact -- from the 1960's to the 2020's.Making matters worse -- so, so much worse -- was the Worldwide Dial-up, a life-changing event in which people and animals alike across the planet had their heads replaced with miscellaneous technology, which had apparently transpired in his time away from Earth. Imagine his horror when everyone on the planet EXCEPT for him had a typewriter or a telephone mounted to their shoulders! Upon his return, he -- Norman Allen, a man who firmly believed in personal freedoms and having a head (not tech) mounted to his shoulders -- was given an ultimatum. Get your head replaced, or get out of Dialtown. Obviously, he didn't comply.As such, Norm was banished from Dialtown and made to live as an outcast -- he wasn't welcomed anywhere, so he made a living for himself as a shut-in. His pasttimes became hunting and shooting, as well as threatening anybody who dared to trespass on his land. If you dare to gaze at his face these days...he'll shoot you on-sight.


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★ i have so many thoughts i swear. to be added

NORM ALLEN VERSES

SPACE ODDITY:

Takes place before Norm got fucked over; he's a celebrated war hero, workin' his way up the ranks until he becomes an astronaut.


SHUT OUT BY A SHUT-IN:

Dialtown verse; Norm is an anti-social shut-in who doesn't give other people the light of day. One goblin might just manage to change his mind, though...


MAYBE THERE'S HOPE FOR ME AFTER ALL:

(SPOILERS AHEAD!) Post-Dialtown verse; Phonegingi dissuades Norm from pursuing a vengeful means to an end, granting him a second chance at life. Norm now works as Dialtown's sheriff, keeping the town safe all while preventing the mayor from conducting any more shady business. He deeply appreciates all Phonegingi has done for him. That goblin is the reason he's still alive.


CONGRATULATIONS, THE KILLER IS STILL ALIVE:

(SPOILERS AHEAD; TW FOR SUICIDE IMPLICATION) A verse for Dialtown's BAD ending, in which Norm shoots Mayor Mingus and lives to regret it. With Phonegingi giving him new meaning in life, he can't bring himself to turn his gun on himself, as he'd originally planned -- but he also can't return to Dialtown, as he's proved to everyone that he IS the monster Mingus made him out to be.


YOU'RE GOING DOWN:

FNaF verse! Norm was the sheriff in Utah when all of the original disappearances at Fredbear's Family Diner & Freddy Fazbear's Pizza's occurred -- one of which was his daughter, Cassiopeia ("Cassidy" for short). While the entirety of the department directed their attention to Henry Emily, Norm investigated all potential suspects, including one William Afton -- the man's business partner. He found the man particularly suspicious, but didn't have a chance to do anything before tragedy struck again.Henry died, and disappearances continued to plague the pizzeria -- so Norm took it upon himself to start looking deeper into the matter, whether or not the law's on his side. Nobody else is going to get hurt on his watch...unless, of course, it's the killer.


TO RIGHT THE UNRIGHTABLE WRONG:

A big ol' crossover verse for FNaF & DSaF, made with feralreason's William! Norm becomes an adoptive father to William (meaning that Henry never gets his grubby paws on the kid), and as such, William is raised in a wholesome, loving household. William grows up to become a restaurateur, creating the Freddy's franchise and helping to build its animatronics. Norm even becomes a grandfather once Michael and Elizabeth come into the mix!


TO BEAR, WITH UNBEARABLE SORROW...:

The "bad ending" of aforementioned verse, in which Norm adopts William...and subsequently disappears in a top-secret mission. All that Norm's family knows is that he went "missing in action," which could mean any number of things -- the most likely of which is that Norm is dead.When Norm returns, years later, he is sent into exile and made out to be a monster before he can ever reach out. Mingus' propaganda gets to him so bad that he is TERRIFIED to reach out. After Gingi helps him, though, he might get the courage again...


THE LEAP HOME:

Quantum Leap verse; instead of being recruited by the president to explore a wormhole, Norm was called upon by President Crown to test a top-secret time travel experiment. Norm accepted, of course, only to disappear -- the experiment had worked, but not in the way it was intended to. Norm starts leaping from life to life, driven by an unknown force to right the wrongs of the past, all while hoping to someday return home.


MANY EYES, ALWAYS WATCHING:

Dietown verse! Norm is the only "survivor" of the apocalypse when God mysteriously dies, as he is entirely disconnected from the rest of Dialtown. Since the other residents become completely unhinged, however, that means a few more visitors to his shack...and a few more bullets wasted on disposing the poor, delusional bastards.Norm becomes even more paranoid than usual amidst the chaos; the "eyes" that already haunted him are popping up left and right, the sky is red, and some of his shack's new visitors look almost DEMONIC...


THE DETECTIVE FROM THE WILD WEST:

Ace Attorney verse; Norm Allen is a capable gumshoe who frequently finds himself working hand-in-hand with attorneys to solve a myriad of murders. Norm doesn't necessarily jump to conclusions when making arrests, but he does take evidence at face value when investigating these cases- and in Ace Attorney, that's a recipe for apprehending the wrong suspect.Norm obviously works more with prosecutors (namely Callum Crown, who has a tight grip on the police force), but he isn't unwilling to lend defense attorneys a hand- so long as he can trust them, of course.


SEE YA, SPACE COWBOY:

Silly goofy crack verse for RP shenanigans.

CALLUM CROWN

NAME: Callum Crown
HEIGHT: 6'6"
BIRTHDAY: November 19, 1923
AGE: 37 (presidency), 97 (dialtown)
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: (closeted) homosexual
OCCUPATION: (former) president, visionary

Callum Crown was born in 1923 with only one limb: his left arm. This caused him to live a rather solitary life, as he couldn't participate in most of the activities that other children could. When World War II started, Callum signed up to fight, but he wasn't accepted because of his disability. His only method of keeping up with the war was through hazy radio transmissions, which he listened to on the daily, desperate to join the fight. Callum didn't let rejection deter him -- he knew that if he could walk, he would surely be allowed to enlist.Thus began his venture into prosthetics. His first set of limbs was crude compared to later works, forged from only scrap metal, but they worked wonders. Alas, despite writing repetitively to the recruitment office vouching for their functionality, he was written off as a freak because of his metallic limbs. Fueled by spite, Callum continued his work (all while bitterly listening to hazy transmissions about the war dwindling down); he built himself a fully-functioning right hand, the first one of its kind. In 1948, he branched out and sold his prosthetics to veterans, and by 1950, he was making all sorts of modifications to his limbs. Tools, advanced flexibility, strength...alas, these alterations were laughed off, and Callum was once again treated like a monster.Callum gradually became more cynical after this horrendous failure, and he no longer looked to genuine quality-of-life improvements, but rather into the market so that he might copy the success of others. One day, upon recognizing the success of luxury technology, as well as the overwhelming sense of loneliness he felt as he was bound inside of his workshop beside his telephone, it hit him. His phone connected him to the outside world, to Dialtown itself, and perhaps it could again.He spent a year working on his new design: a telephone, built into your head, that could be swapped and traded for other such devices. Despite their clunkiness and novelty, the practicality of having complete and portable phone access anywhere in the world wasn't lost on people. His phone-heads caught on quickly, as did a typewriter alternative, allowing text to be printed from one's own head. His tech caused an economic boon, and he grew increasingly popular; he used this to run for mayor, the senate, and eventually the presidency.Callum practically walked into all three of these roles, and his influence was so strong that the entire world was converted to have inorganic heads. He had a plan to bring the world together, a way for his technology to be integrated in such a way that would finally bring about an era of world peace, but just before this plan could come to fruition...he accidentally wiped his own answering box, effectively erasing his memories and giving himself complete amnesia.Nowadays, Callum sits in an old nursing home, alone, tuning a busted radio, asking anyone who comes near him: "I-Is the war over yet? I can't get a signal..."


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★ i have so many thoughts i swear. to be added

CALLUM CROWN VERSES

I'LL PROVE THEM WRONG!:

A verse for Callum's "glory days," from the time he forged his first prosthetic limb to the time he wiped his answering box.


I CAN'T GET A SIGNAL...:

"Modern" verse; Callum sits in a nursing home, and nothing can trigger his lost memories. He tunes a busted radio, lost in a haze, asking those who pass by if the war is over yet.


REMEMBER ME:

A verse for the "happiest" ending possible, where Callum regains his memories after being trapped in a prison of his own mind for years.That said, Callum's "revival" isn't necessarily the best thing for everyone in Dialtown- or around the world, for that matter. He had big plans while he was still around, and it's safe to say that he intends to see them through.


WELCOME TO THE FAZBEAR FAMILY!:

FNaF verse! Callum Crown becomes the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment sometime after the FNaF1 restaurant shuts down in the 90's. As somebody who was fascinated by the cases surrounding the franchise, and who also dabbled in engineering BECAUSE of it (it inspired him to "get himself moving," as it were), Callum was thrilled by his new position; he had only the best of intentions when creating future Freddy's establishments, but said intentions were only ever met with TERRIBLE repercussions.


TO PUT RIGHT WHAT ONCE WENT WRONG:

Quantum Leap verse! Callum Crown, genius and visionary he was, develops a technology that will allow him to time travel within his own lifetime. Unfortunately, it didn't achieve the results he desired- and now he finds himself leaping from life to life, setting right the wrongs of the past. His guide on this journey is the man he appointed his vice president, Milton R. Wallace.In a cosmically funny sort of way, his adventures (courtesy of the Quantum Leap accelerator) wind up acting as a lesson in compassion for him. He may come out of this better than when he started.


COURTROOM RÉVOLUTIONNAIRE:

Ace Attorney verse; Callum Crown is a respected (and feared) prosecutor among courtrooms and defense attorneys alike. With a solid (monetary) grasp on the police force and occasionally even judges, one might think that he uses his overwhelming power for evil...but largely, this is not the case.Callum is, as always, a genius. He can glance at overlooked evidence and put together the key pieces of a case; every single one he's worked on has resulted in a conviction, and he has never once wrongfully imprisoned someone (according to those under his grip, of course). His record is astounding, to say the least.But as mentioned, his actions aren't necessarily "clean"...and if he has ever wrongfully convicted someone, it was likely for the "right" reasons.

ELLIE PORT

NAME: Elliot Port (Ellie)
HEIGHT: 5'3"
BIRTHDAY: October 4, 1995
AGE: 25
GENDER: nonbinary
PRONOUNS: they/them
ORIENTATION: demiromantic asexual
OCCUPATION: "magician"

You always were a kidder, Ellie.Elliot was a born prankster; their favorite holiday was always April Fool's (with Halloween being a close second),


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★ Since they're able to use the "teleportation" ability at all, it's likely that Elliot has strong psychic power...or a brain tumor. Whatever the case may be, they don't really intend to explore it beyond flaunting it for show.

ELLIE PORT VERSES

I'LL PROVE THEM WRONG!:

A verse for Callum's "glory days," from the time he forged his first prosthetic limb to the time he wiped his answering box.