#//ENJOY

[v-hub-v]

//Heeheehee starter for @spring-locked-rabbit

Henry's hands are placed firmly on the wheel. Just hours ago, and this is nothing short of a miracle, he had to pick up the only remaining Afton from this dark, cursed location. Michael, the boy lost his mind- Something set him off so bad, so intensely, that his ability to function had simply ceased to exist, and he needed uncle to come and save him- though he never enjoys getting in such close contact with him.

Michael is a brilliant reminder of what once was something perfect, and beautiful. His sheer existence, and resemblance, often taking the now tired man back to a better time. Back when he had friends, and loved ones. But now, as all of that is so far away, it's simply a grim reminder, the way Michael looks at him. The things he's done to that boy, man, simply out of guilt-by-association.

But, when Henry came for him... Something called to him. Something old, something familiar- he knew the moment he entered who resided here. Who he was meant to find.

His daughter.

He felt her. It's so strange to say, but it's true! In this disgusting attraction, he knows not a single hall, not a single direction- and yet, something lead him straight to his instrument Michael. That had to be it. An image from the boys past, back to haunt him- broke his mind. Right?..

Henry exited his vehicle and trailed inside the rotting walls. The air is dark and heavy, and his mind becomes occupied immediately. He found his way back to the office room and sat in the creaky chair, unaware that the team working the archives had 'found one. A real one.' Unaware of Michael's true breaking point. Sitting back, letting the feelings sink in, allowing himself to ease.

Voice rough and coarse, not suitable for childcare, he continued anyway, hoping to heal these ever-chipping walls. "M-My grandfather's clock.. Was too large for the shelf.." It was almost painful. Singing again. Especially the tune Charlie, and now the puppet, know so well. Though, they are not the only ones. "So it stoo-.. Stood ninety years on the floor.." From this, Henry continued, hoping, hoping, hoping, hoping, to see his baby again. Any single one of them, at this rate.

[safeindarkness]

@starsinthesworld

Sae sighed, placing two fingers at the side of her temple as she felt a headache coming on. She couldn't believe that she was to be called to a crime scene this late at night, and when she was supposed to be off duty. She wanted to have dinner with Makoto for once...

But alas, she was here along with Akechi, who was observing the before him with a hum.

"I know this is usually out of your jurisdiction, Niijima-san, but I wanted you to see this considering...you know your sister's work,"

Sae rolled her eyes, wanting to say something snarky to the young college detective, but paused when she saw a familiar face nearby the crime scene and frowned. Walking over, she soon stopped them.

"What are you doing here?" She would ask, blocking the other's way from going anywhere. Why were they here of all places?

[strykingfats-refattened]

M!A: All the Boys are turned into Girls for a week!!!!

"WAIT WHAT?!?!" All of them would say in unison before a cloud of pinkish blue smoke would cover them up as Blade would look at her body... and notice how much more femine it looks along with Louvel and Kazura would just be blushing heavily hiding her breasts as well.

"Ahhh great I guess from Blade to Blaise?" She said with a huff.

"Mouuu.. should I be called Louvelia for a while....." Louvelia said blushing while holding her soft breasts.

"I guess Kazumi can do I suppose...." Kazumi responded.

[ravarui]

Important Side Note for my Shanks portrayal

Baccarat (written by @rcmancedawn ) is recognized as his half-sister in every verse.

This wont change anything on how he views/interacts with other characters/muses!

[trio-of-chaos]

[this post is happening outside of rotumblr]

Uuh, gran gran?

Who's that?

hm

OH! Death!

wait what?

Hello my dear friend, how have you been?!

. . .

Yeah, things are going slower than planned, but I think we'll soon be able to go

. . .

You mean it?

. . .

Aw, thanks bud!

What did they say?

They are gonna let us talk to the living world a bit! Just for a day tho.

WAIT REALLY?!??

yeah! He said something about "opening the askbox"

oh

well, at least we will have some fun I guess

[truly-quirkless-a]

Type: Permanent (will not result in a starter) Muses: Both Status: Open (Permanently) Selectivity: None

By interacting with this post, you say that you are alright with me potentially...

Going into your inbox at random to send stuff from Toshi/Fin, whether prompted or unprompted.

Write starters and tag you in them if I so desire.

Respond to your open starters (fear me).

Screech into your DMs about our muses.

Leave you random buttercups.

[opportunistic-chicanery]

Boyfriends

[soulsbetrayed]

To explain Redundant Parts in a weird non-gameplay perspective Penelope's limbs are very modular in nature and thus she can detach and reassemble her arms and legs to easily modify them. This also makes them exceptionally redundant. It's to the point she can lose a hand or fingers without much complaint

As her limbs still remain functional they can move about easily to seek her body out which causes a good deal of distress to uninitiated onlookers.

[archivedhellahell]

having a mental breakdown all by yourself today, handsome?

"Not today. Maybe tomorrow or next week. Come by and check it out later."

[kirukrono]

[Fig. 01 Mikuchondria]

The powerhouse of YOUR cell

[v-hub-v]

Beelze didn't really leave Lost tower much, or well at all though recently he had decided he probably should at least a little bit anyways. After all the same scenery of lava and the small platform got old after a while (or in his case centuries) so he had went to Solaceon town, a small town nearby the tower he lived in, it was quite nice albeit not being all that populated. He liked that, not a lot of noise and quite a few nice people around as well. currently he was watching his shiny Brongzong named Hellbell explore around and interact with things. (Starter for Dawn, sorry its so short btw, I didn't really know what to put lol

Dawn was a young lady blissfully aware of the worlds sinister nature, yet has not a thought how deep or dark that nature can truly become. She's worked with the professor long enough to know that not everything can be sunshine and rainbows amongst Pokemon all the time, and her own endeavor regarding Cyrus, and in turn, Giratina, was enough to show her how truly evil humanity can be, even if she has been spared from the little things like murder.

But even so, during her years in the lab, she's grown accustomed to one truth, if any. Pokemon are still Pokemon. Big, small, common, legendary- they all fall to the same patterns and cycles, usually shared with humans. Even God's need to play like little girls, sometimes...

It's been a while since she was here. After the earth-shattering event, Dawn had proven herself capable enough for an actual Pokemon journey, even if most kids are able to do that much, much earlier. Even her pal Lucas was able to leave when he was ten.. Now, at 16, she has seen another region and come home! It was so lovely to see this little town again. She held many dear memories of Solaceon close to her, as well as many people there. She had one single hope, however.

No one catches on to the sheer amount of Poke-Puffs she has with her, smuggled from Kalos. As far as everyone knows, Dawn only carries three Pokemon. Why she would need an entire bag of Puffs is a question beyond anyone but herself. Giratina, and owning it, is her little secret. A secret that will be well kept, as long as she doesn't screw up, and-

"Nnn-!! No-!" There she goes. Tumbling over her bike and earning some nasty scrapes, sitting up with a struggle and a pout, now glaring at her Clefairy she swerved to miss. Her bag had gone flying, and all her very many foreign treats have spilled. It's not too much of a mess, but it sure was loud.

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[stafsar]

my muse and I

[hansoeii]

the honda odyssey, huh?

[casioaty]

Well if the shoe fish