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✦˖° @muses-inn: 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. // For Doc & Isaac? I think the old men really need some relaxing time ^^/

ᯓ🧪˖° What’s better than this? Two bros chilling in the hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause— a comfortable sigh from no other than Doc cut off the narration’s outdated reference. 

“Isn’t this nice? Who knew paradise was this close by.” The not-so-mad scientist sunk further into the warm water. A hidden hot spring, found on one of Doc’s many excursions deep within the mountains behind the farmhouse. By no means was it anything remotely close to be considered as part of its backyard (if it even had one to begin with), but it was private and peaceful! 

And far too comfortable, as it melted away the chill that bit those old bones of his come the first snowfall of winter.

“One of Earth’s finest gifts …” He leaned back and rested his eyes. However, suddenly one eye peeked open and shot the grimmest look of gravitas possible at Isaac. “They can NOT know about this.”

‘Them’ being Carver and Ophelia, of course. Wouldn’t want to ruin the peace so soon, right?

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ᯓ🧪˖° “Ah, ha— I,” Doc coughed into his fist and cleared his throat while a brow shot up. “I’ve heard of that before, yes … ” Of course he’s heard that before (given his former career path), but more importantly: how did she know that?! 

Never-ending midnight spirals of endless Wikipedia scrolling were one thing, but as memories from not too long ago of shadows ripping apart a cleanly spliced corpse until not even a speck of blood remained splattered against the alleyway bricks flooded back into the forefront of his mind … well …

Maybe it’s for the best that he didn't know the answer.

What was he doing, now? That’s right. Water. Surely there’d be a water fountain somewhere nearby. It was a park, after all.

“Well, be it blood or booze, what’s a given is that your breath most certainly has been replaced by it.” Doc snorted, still able to joke despite previous thoughts, and carefully led the two of them to the long awaited (and bacteria-ridden) oasis.

“C’mon. Your chalice awaits.”

" Ohhhhhh~ Don't vorry, Doc~ I vill make sure noooothing get's on you~! I'm... 'M not even feeling que-queasy! "

The vigilante lilted, and noted how the old man didn't even budge when she leaned against him. His laughing also made her somehow want to laugh as well. But all that came out was a low wheeze. She doesn't feels to bad! So Schatten doubted she will say hello again to the liquids in her stomach anytime soon.

" Mhmmmm~ I knew zhat actually~ Did-... Did you know adult humans have-... have a average blood volume of... of five liters? "

Schatten mumbled, and hummed a little. Of course she knows these kind of things. She also knew how long it would take someone to bleed out, deepending on where she stabbed them but... well that seemed not like a good fun fact to tell him. So she simply agreed to the water.

" Hmm~ Yeah. Water sounds... sounds like a good idea~ Aaaand, I don't... I don't zhink just zhe water has been replaced by- by booze! Mhmmmaybe my blood too, heh~ "

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✦˖° @5mind monstrous messes !!!

ᯓ💜˖° Oh, me oh my! Terry Bear must have been so soo sooo scared!!! If how tense he got in her arms was any indicator— but that was so scary for her, too. He could have died! (even so … it wasn’t the reaction Ophelia had hoped for).

“You don’t have to thank me, silly!” With a smile ever the same, the playful phantomime placed him back up on his feet. Not before she dusted off his shoulder, of course (far too fond for a stranger). “This will only take but just a moment, mister— so you stay out of trouble, okie dokie?”

Peekaboo poofed! As she always did, only to then appear up up up above and on top of the mechanical monster’s maw as she waved to its master pulling the strings.

“Yoohooooo! Could you take your lil’ fella for a walk somewhere else? Pets aren’t allowed inside the store.” She then pointed at the knocked over sign with a dramatic TSK-TSK, too.

“You should really clean up after their messes, too!”

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✦˖° @5mind no clowning around !!!

ᯓ💜˖° Who WAS this clown, indeed!?

Peekaboo had known of Coldsnap, of course. At least, from what she’s heard around the block … and maybe— just maybe, she watched his heroism in action from afar. Like what all new budding heroes do (right?)

Oh, but they never officially met yet, have they? His sudden, straight-to-the-point question startled her and she squeaked again! But the brave face stayed with a smile, and she did what she does best: play pretend.

“First of all: I’m Peekaboo! The Playful Phantomime!!!”

The jester spun in a twirl that ended with a cutesy pose that twinkled. Wow! The bundle of nerves within tightened, but an ever-nagging sense of curiosity pushed forward and she tilted her head.

“And second of all: ... why not? Helping people smile can save them too, you know.”

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ᯓ🧪˖° THIS WAS IT. AFTER EVERYTHING HAD SURVIVED, BOTH ON AND OFF PLANET: THIS IS HOW HE DIES— IN THE BELLY OF A BEAST!!!

Oh. Except, it wasn’t. Doc peeked an eye open until both of his peepers blinked dumbfounded, only to then watch as the odd sight of both bird and bug landed down blow on the foliage floor with an air of grace for something much too large for it to be possible (then again, he’d frequently seen the impossible too much now that he ought to know better, hadn’t he?).

His arms and hands that were once held up in the air, braced for … well, anything! slowly lowered while the [???] approached the archway. The structure had gone unnoticed before as nothing more than twisted woods, but even then, he swore it wasn’t there moments ago.

Doc swallowed a lump in his throat—hard and heavy—and his own head tilted just like theirs in an accidental mimicry once beaked mandibles clicked. Huh. Okay. Yeah.

“You’re … a friendly fella, aren't you?” Doc finally spoke out through the quiet with a puff of air against the wet cold. He bundled up more into his coat as a chill bit at his bones. “I—uh, know a girl who would absolutely adore your shade of purple, you know.”

It tried to tell him something. After another look around the woods that surrounded them, ones that consisted of a much denser forest of douglas firs than the pines he was familiar with, well …

“Say ... you ... wouldn't happen to know if we're anywhere near Colorado, would you?”

Ah, travel sickness, that was pretty common. Poor guy... Definitely didn't help that they were stuck in this form all month. If he hadn't spotted it, it would have gone to get someone else. But now it knew it had to stay and help. Or try to.

Usually the sight of something so large, especially something with traits of a predator, like the owl-like talons it perched on, would be quite the frightening sight. Yet, it gives a tilt of its head, segmented eyes blinking unevenly. It didn't seem to lock onto Doc as if it was hunting him, just seemed more interested in him in general. It even gave an odd sound, a chittering call as it shifted its position, preparing to take flight.

It opens its large wings, which seemed to be a combination of bug and bird-like, before it jumped down gracefully and landed not too far away. But instead of staying hunched over like it was hunting, it stood up straight and walked gently towards the archway the doctor had just come from. Clicking its hidden beak, it extends a hand through the arch, wiggling three fingers and clicking again before looking towards the newcomer, antenna drooping. Sorry, looks like you're stuck here...

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💭 + the sisyphean task of washing dishes (assuming it isn’t automated skdflhsf) for Doc — From here!

ᯓ🧪˖° “Ugh— TELL ME ABOUT IT. I really ought to make a dishwasher soon … it’s any wonder I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

Well. He had, actually! It’s just, uh … it blew up. Must have gotten some wires crossed or maybe too much food shrapnel left behind on an unwashed plate or two and kicked it all up into a frenzy. <- Either way, not like Doc was about to admit any of that out loud.

“To be fair, the upkeep isn’t too horrifically nauseating. I’m just lucky it’s only me and Ophelia.” Doc snickered, albeit sheepishly as he rubbed his neck. “If anything, I’m far more of a mess than she is.”

After all, it wasn’t her dishes that made that dishwasher explode …

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GOTHIC LITERATURE.

( bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog. )

DRACULA.－ cold to the touch. flickering light. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. the fall from grace. indulging in your deepest desires. the fear of outsiders. dark imaginations. bloodstained sheets. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GREY. ー old bookshelves. kisses on the hand. a drug-induced stupor. the pursuit of pleasure. devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. blood red errors painted over in white snow. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.

FRANKESTEIN. ー frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. a scream from the woods. unorthodox beliefs. candles burning out. the crunch of leaves. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death.

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. ーfalse accusations. taking justice into your own hands. justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. an alienation from humanity. dissatisfaction in your life. escaping from prison.

Tagged by: @lambfated (thank yoooooooou! <3) Tagging: pspspspsps'ing you like a cat

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💜// I have it listed in Ophelia’s bio that she doesn’t like violence & malicious intent but… that isn’t… always true. — or at least, there’s layers to that.

Overall, she doesn’t care for violence or cruelty. Specifically if it happens to remind her of ATLAS, or it’s very Kick-The-Puppy™️ coded. General, run of the mill schlock.

However, in the same vein, she’s also desensitized to violence and death. She’s gotta do what she’s gotta do, and she won’t blink twice about that. Plenty of things that both hurt and kill her wont phase her much either, not anymore.

BUT!!! All that being said—a vicious brutality bred from something GOOD? A ferocious fury that derives from protection? The visceral ruthlessness that can come from love? <- now THAT she can’t help but adore.

tl;dr:

Ophelia watching someone brutally murder another for no reason or callousness: 😠🙄

Ophelia watching someone brutally murder another out of protection or devotion: 😳🫣

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ᯓ💜˖° As the two sat beneath the stars and watched them twinkle far above— Ophelia’s smile hadn’t faltered one bit. She waited ever so patiently while the young boy made up of meek sunshine tripped over his words … the poor thing looked as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest!

Maybe in a different life, long before now, all of those bundled up nerves so terribly twisted in each uttered stammer would have been far too familiar of a sight. But that’s not now, is it? No, it wasn’t who she was anymore (not like she’d ever remember any of that).

“It’s okay to be scared. That’s how you know you’re being very brave, I think.” She soothed out a hum and looked back up to stargaze. Perhaps less direct attention towards the boy could ease anymore budded anxieties. 

“I love stars so much— they’re so lovely … I've heard people say that when you look up at them, since their light takes so soo sooo long to reach us, that you're actually looking into the past! Isn't that so neat?”

A bit haunting, too. Her giggle most certainly didn't help.

“But what about you? What makes them your favorite, too?”

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"Stars are one of my favourite things. Do you like them too, miss? I-it's such a silly question, I know. Sorry. I guess I'm just t-trying to be friendly? Social interaction sometimes is too scary for me. S-so I might stutter, or sound weird, or go off on a weird thought train that ends up going nowhere whatsoever."

Anxiety is a bitch. But Lucas is trying to strike a conversation up with Ophelia regardless of his brain screaming that he's an idiot for even trying to not look awkward or like he's just being a rude jerk. Too often Lucas gets mistaken for somebody who's a "brat" when he truly isn't.

Or is that just a Tazmily thing? To be accused of being rude?

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@pzfr sharing wise words

[🥀] "Okay! Okay okay!"

Sofía squeaked, but inhaled deeply and held her breath— cheeks puffed up all while she steeled herself against the buzzing assailant! All attention locked onto Rex as it buzzed around— until, the sound slowly... stopped.

"Oh—wow! It...! It worked!"

The relieved sigh was short-lived once the poor girl's focus waned, only to find that the pesky lil’ dude landed on her shoulder. She froze, as if struck down by Medusa herself, still as a statue! The air knocked out from her lungs as Sofía wheezed a single plea:

"H. —HELP."

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@5mind [OPERATION PROTECT OLD MAN]: SUCCESS

[🧪] If this old geezer had a nickel for every time he narrowly avoided the toll of death's knell, why— he'd give the richest man in the world a run for his money.

Doc hardly had any time to react, let alone notice the rushing assailant until after it was all said and done. Until after his automaton companion pulled him to the side and stood tall as an unstoppable shield of metal and wires. Until after scrap metal shot and tore through machine FLESH like wet tissue.

It was silent, other than the heavy thud of a corpse dropping to the ground. Doc gripped his chest, almost as if his heart may jump out if he hadn't. Then, relief.

"Hey. Thank you," Doc broke the silence with a sigh and patted Yellow Three's arm that still shielded him. "Anything moving that fast couldn't have been good news— not in my experience."

Was Doc comforting Yellow, or himself? Hard to tell— but it wasn't the first time a quick decision had to be made, and it wouldn't be the last.

"C'mon, lets get this body taken care of— before any more wackos get any more bright ideas."

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Naughty or Nice?

[💜]— “……………..only last year?”

Despite the results, there’s a glimmer of hope!

[🧪]— “Yeah, yeah— same time next year, then?”

When has he EVER been on the nice list?

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ᯓ🧪˖° Doc heaved a heavy sigh. Alright, so maybe he felt just a little bad for that earlier overreaction of his (was it, thought? … eh, yeah— a little bit).

Another look was given Trench’s way, and it’s for the best the oversized (yet still far too small) worm had no eyes to watch their step as he so clumsily said. Otherwise, they might had been able to make out a bit of an embarrassed flush in his cheeks just now.

That’s the last thing Doc needed right now.

“No, no— it’s fine.” Doc grabbed a small hand-broom and began to sweep up some of the bigger, shattered chunks. Not before his own hand shooed away the tentacles that looked for broken shards as well. “You weren’t the one that made the mess.”

The devil’s advocate could argue differently, but a change of subject was desperately needed on the old doctor’s part.

“How … do you like your iced coffee, anyway? I’m not sure if I figure you for a sweet tooth or not.”

Trench pulled away at the yelp. Was that too much? And why did Doc actually feel like a towel ??? (It was the bathrobe). It was only at the shatter of the mug that the worm's cheeky ol' grin faltered.

They could hear the old man's frustration just fine from the groan and for a moment, maybe, they did feel a little back.

"Watch my step he says," the worm just had to chuckle. They did note how Doc at least let them know that there was glass on the ground. Not that they couldn't figure that out themself.

"Awww~ now aren't you considerate," they said, voice all sweet. A couple of tentacles cautiously slid over the floor, feeling around the broken shards. "I can help, y'know."

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@starsplaced Leyania and Doc are scheming.

[🧪]— Leyania's excitement was infectious.

Doc barked in laughter as she went off like fireworks; a dazzling display of enthusiasm with a particular glint that sparkled in her eyes— how could he NOT join in on her fun?

And perhaps, he could help get this excitement pointed in the right direction (Oh Doc, you're mentor vibes are showing).

"So many excellent choices, and yet, so little time…" Doc rubbed his chin in thought and the earlier grin hadn't budged an inch despite how it pinched his cheeks. Yet, the idea of some bureaucrat or snobbish big shot being knocked down a peg? How could he resist?

"I'm sure we'll run into some pretentious snobs with pockets too full of loose change…" He tapped his chin and chuckled.

"Why— I'm sure I have some useless garbage shoved in a pile or two over by my workbench, we can try to pawn off the junk to them for quadruple the price— after all, they're far more inclined to buy something just because they can. Hm?"

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[💜🧪] Ophelia may or may not understand a godt damnt THING you’re talking about but she will still listen to you info dump for hours like 💕🌻✨💞🌷

Doc will most likely understand whatever you’re info-dumping about and he will only add fuel to the fire by asking more questions even if he already knows the answer (if he doesn’t know though, the questions are quadrupled)