#WHATS THE DOPPELGILLY TAG

[mmixcelbleegg]

Fluffy riptide wip part two but it's my crackship jamais melody........wiuldve been my first time writing a romantic relationship

613 words I think? It was. I don't know it's Doppelgilly and Queen

Because something about them being like imitations and also Doppelgilly would be desperate to find a purpose and exploit queen sorta ordeal o don't know what they got going on

He’d been dragged out of a steadily acquainting, yet deprecating void, black ichor spewing from orifices as he hacked and coughed back to life from his place slumped against a wooden wall. It couldn’t have really been his choice — still upsetting obsidian hands instilling back consciousness just as fast as they left, ‘just to make it more interesting’. Didn’t stop a familiar brunette from strongly flinching back, a girlish shout prying into the air before hiding behind the ginger he was exiting the mess hall with. In of which followed an uncomfortable interrogation from the woman — her questions almost rapid paced. Things about the Navy, mostly, but also about his biology and ‘how on Mana was he made’. Not a ton of which Doppelgill could recount answers for. Hell, he just remembered his name, despite it technically not being His. He slinked downstairs shortly after, shutting himself off from a bustling crew to scheme in darkness after the flash bang that came with reflecting light of the sun.

How would he fulfill one of his more blunt goals now? He’s been lead so thoroughly in the dark all of his life, metaphorically or not, and one of the outs he could ever have to relinquishing some amount of burden, he is at a disadvantage from being found out. He could just keep tabs on them — using whatever scrap laid on the creaking underbelly of the Albatross and write well-needed information on these pirates. He’d find a way to relay what he’d learn, their naivety allowing him down there, despite Chip’s underlying uneasiness, he would be able to mingle with them and get them captured as intended. Or something like that. His brain was still a bit foggy after the weeks that passed after his semi-death caused by them.

Eyes threatened to shut with the stimuli of the world yet again under him and the drone of the sea’s gentle crashing filling ears that never truly heard them before. Whatever amount of time passes — his brain refusing to cooperate with senses just now being overwhelmed in its silence — until gentler footfall.

Creaking meticulously. Something. Humming? As it nears slid and shuttering doors. Despite muffled protests from that same silly red-coated captain higher up. And the light of oiled lanterns phased harshly into the storage as its entranced unfurled, the doppelgänger snarling as he scurried himself back against a wall. Kind of a freak noise, to be honest. Even with his fins flared against his head, he couldn’t understand why he was so bothered.

Pointed nylon boots welcomed themselves onto floorboards, scaling up Queen’s ever so formal attire, its elbows wrinkling as she held an iron-decorated tray. The contents less obscured as xey kneeled with grace and their musical voice procured the doppel’s attention.

“Captain! Or, how, la…” Xeir abrupt enthusiasm was quick to fade, a bit of remaining confusion as she sat onto their knees in front of him. The tray’s legs set down along with, a hand prompting it against swaying and its twin cupping its owner’s face, ridden with thought of how to handle this situation.

And endless possibilities flooded from the air of creation they radiated, “Don’t worry about it! I’m just like that guy upstairs —” maybe even better, as he scowled with the mere mention, “— You call me whatever, Queeny! :3”

It could be easier garnering any lost trust in the crew with someone who wasn’t really there for his malice.

But any delve further into that thought was yet again interrupted, the scent of fresh food from the tray unfamiliar to a body that intrinsically covered any entrance for it.

“What’ch you got there?” He forced a wavering smile

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

the doppelgilly reveal set to that one bit of digital silence can anybody hear me-

[hot-sauce-giver]

Hello, stranger. Would you care to take a look at my wares?

I’m your friendly wandering hot sauce merchant, unlicensed therapist, accidental tumblr stalker, digital mail carrier, doppelgilly’s henchman, bane of loan sharks and doing my best to remain a neutral party in this insanity.

As I write it out I’m starting to realize that’s a bit of a mouthful. If you need something easier to call me, Merchant will do just fine, as would any other shortening of my original title.

I use whatever referrals (pronouns) you do, as I am but a mirror in my current condition.

It’s wonderful to meet you, stranger. If you need anything, from a diverse hot sauce supply to a passed-on message or a good conversation, I’m here.

In character: #d&d npc

Out of character: #merchant on break

Thinking aloud / original posts: #merchant muses

Responding to asks: #merchant communes

Trade in progress: #hot sauce merchant

Trade complete: #hot sauce provided

Relatively new DG tag: #just henchman things

Older posts may not follow the recipe

Currently in the middle of a lore-creation game attached below! The tag for it is #merchants-sanctuary, send an ask if you’d like to play ^^

Not sure how you found your way here, but I’m glad you did! Just call me Merchant - that’s the closest thing to a name you’re gonna get. Nicknames are welcome as long as I can tell you’re referring to me.

I’m not exactly a JRWI roleplay blog, seeing as I don’t have a character to play beyond what I’m given, but I still hope to build myself a neat little list of titles with which to better bother the RP blogs

I was serious about the pronouns, by the by - my gender identity mirrors the people around me, which essentially means I want you to use your own pronouns when you refer to me. If you don’t have any, not to worry! It’s perfectly alright to just pick your favorite set or avoid them altogether. The Merchant doesn’t need a gender when there are Vibes.