#clown cartridge // crack

[gaygxnslinger]

He is literally just a guy. Who could ever hurt him? He's done nothing wrong ever in his life. Cayde demands kisses as compensation for even CONCEIVING the thought.

[officialleehadan]

Five Cartridges

Hello darlings! Today’s story was brought to you by Clown! Darling, thank you so much for your support!

Prompt: Of Other Worlds

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Eislynn was an interesting opponent in chess, sly and aggressive with a strong preference for long sneak attacks and reveals. Siavyn was more conservative, and his fondness for building himself fortresses and forcing her to crack them open had won him their first game, but lost him their second.

They had been playing chess for the better part of an hour, mutually agreed on having as honest a conversation as either of them could manage. It was for the best.

Misunderstandings were dangerous at best and disastrous at worst. Siavyn was more than old enough to think that secret-keeping was foolish, and Eislynn seemed to agree.

She was an assassin, apparently, and a pilot when they happened to land in a world that had aircraft. A specialist in sabotage, murder, and generally unsavory practices. Siavyn would be bothered, but she had more than enough time to cause trouble if she was so inclined, and hadn’t thus far. It was a warning, of course, but one that was issued with an equanimity that reassured Siavyn.

Five Cartridges

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Of Other Worlds:

Between Lives

Fortress of Sand

Revelare

Octuple Negative 

Tequila Trickster

Ghost Chess

Something Stupid

Gazebo Chase

Winner Plays Black (Subscriber Only!)

Five Cartridges (Subscriber Only!)

Seven Dead (New!)

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MASTERLIST

[gaygxnslinger]

"It may LOOK good but by the Traveler I don't want to TOUCH that mess."

[gaygxnslinger]

"I've found my calling in life: to hold or be held by other men."

[gaygxnslinger]

“Do NOT steal my horn!” Cayde points at Rocket, but he does take a step back. Still doesn’t stop a smug tone from sneaking into his words, “‘N’ it ain’t a big deal if I win. Just means I’m better~”

[gaygxnslinger]

Cayde is staring intently at the gun in his hand.

“Whaddya think would happen if I drank the blue Omolon gun liquid...”

[gaygxnslinger]

"WOOOOOO YEAHHHH BABEY!" Cayde is cheering and hollering, "THAT'S what I'm talkin' about! No one is more babygirl than I am~"

That doesn't stop him from slinking an arm around Andal's waist to pull him closer. "You should've won that, though. What's this Rhulk dude got compared to you?"

The Nightstalker gives a roll of his eyes, but he's smiling. "Dunno. 'M just glad I didn't have to face off against you."

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

For a second, Rain could only stand there and stare at Matt in disbelief. "That..." she pointed up at him, watching the tooth grow back, "...is weird as hell." Although there were already quite a few difficult-to-process things during this encounter, that was somehow strangest. "...You want me to deck you, or you just teasin' my cock?" She cracked her knuckles. "Heh. This is kinda like one of those carnival games where they've got like, a clown face set up, and you throw a ball to knock the teeth out. You're obviously the clown, and I'd be throwin'. My fist. Straight at your trap."

She watched with mildly disturbed fascination when the tentacles literally responded to her acknowledgment and admitted, "Okay, that's sick," in response to his ability to extend them out like javelins.

When Matt assured her that he wouldn't let them hurt her, Rain waved him off without hesitation. "I ain't worried about that. Just bein' a nosy bitch 'cause I keep seein' you touch 'em in my peripheral." She looked up at him for a moment longer. "Part of me wants to know what they feel like." And she didn't care whatsoever if that was weird.

It didn't matter, but Rain got a bit of satisfaction out of knowing that she correctly clocked Matt as a faker, even before Kaplan had run his badge number and it was suspiciously absent from the database. "I figured. Unlike you, I was actually a real officer at one point... People like you? I can sniff 'em out like a bloodhound." She had trouble deciphering certain parts of what Matt told her after that, but she eventually worked most of it out. "...Environmental activist, huh? Yeah, that makes more sense." It definitely fit the general vibe Rain got from him better, in her opinion. At the mention of Umbrella's illegal research, she sighed and let her eyes once again scan over the ruins around them.*"...Yeah. Sure were."

She watched him land a better shot. "Well, that's not as bad. I'll be gracious and let you hang onto that cartridge for as long as you want. I've got a couple more. Range really ain't somethin' you can get enough of with the kinds of shit crawlin' around nowadays." As she said that, it almost sounded like she somehow forgot that he was all mutated. "I mean... Whatever. I'm sure you could Hulk-out on the undead or some shit with no issue now, but you get me."

In a world ravaged by a virus that primarily creates monsters, nasty encounters are in no short supply. When Rain begins to hear heavy footfalls—when she feels them practically shaking the ground beneath her, she figures she's about to have another.

Cursing under her breath, she unholsters her gun.

The days were blending together in depressing ways now. Nemesis was shocked at how quickly things had gone to hell after the Hive and Raccoon City Incidents. It had taken him quite a while to regenerate after the city's "sanitation," but once he was on his feet again, he realized the gravity of what was happening to the world.

Alone and with nothing left to do in his current mutated state, Nemesis had taken to showing up at Umbrella facilities unannounced, and destroying as much of them as he could. The digital feed supplied by the retinal implant attached to his right eye and sewn up into his head gave him a lot of useful information, especially after his mind was liberated from Umbrella's control. May as well put it to good use, right?

He'd acquired more clothes and equipment this way, with the boots and leather trenchcoat-style getup being standard issues for a creature called a Tyrant, which he apparently now was. They seemed just about the only things that were going to fit his... unique body shape nowadays.

Learning about himself and destroying Umbrella assets were good pastimes, but Nemesis was extremely lonely. The few survivors he came across now and then either screamed and ran from him or shot at him. Bullet wounds were nothing more than annoying mosquito bites to him now, thanks to his thick hide, but even so... it was demoralizing. All he wanted to do was help. He was almost getting used to being alone all the time, by necessity rather than desire, until that unexpectedly changed. While exploring a city one day, he rounded a corner and-

"Raaaain!" Nemesis bellowed the moment he saw her, unable to contain his excitement upon seeing her. "Oh... ny god!" He couldn't believe his eyes. Well, eye. He still had two, but one was... indisposed. In a move that probably looked damn near ridiculous to the other, he lifted his hand... and waved to her. "I'n so glad... to see you! How... are you... alithe... right now?" he tried to ask, his massive chompers getting in the way, as usual.

Nemesis couldn't get his voice to be anything other than a monotone growl, and with monstrous teeth and a noticeable lack of lips, his speech was something of a garbled mess. It took him a while, but he'd learned to make certain sounds in other ways, using his throat and tongue. Essentially, he'd had to relearn how to speak. Some sounds and words, though, were lost forever. None of that did anything to curb his enthusiasm at seeing Rain alive, however. Was he finally losing his mind? Hallucinating, maybe? No, the target identification system is identifying her as Rain... Right now, Nemesis didn't care either way. Just the sight of her was one for sore eyes, since his last clear memory of her was being at death's door.

"I thought... the anti-thirus... didn't work...?" he said, his elation at seeing her alive completely overriding his common sense. Nemesis wasn't thinking about the fact that Rain wouldn't recognize him anymore, or about how negatively she would likely react to seeing the hulking beast before her. Not to mention his tentacles, rooted at the backs of his shoulders, which were excitedly coiling and undulating in their own right, reacting to his surprise and happiness. He batted one of them with his hand. "Cut it out...!" he admonished the obnoxious appendage. It recoiled temporarily before returning to its idle activities.

Then it dawned on him, especially with how she had her gun at the ready. Oh no... she has no idea who I am. "It's Natt," he said, laying his hand on his chest. "Natt... Ad-di-son." How pathetic is it that I can't even say my own name correctly anymore? he thought grimly.

[gaygxnslinger]

hi gamers we had a silly idea on discord. babygirl showdown, who is the Most babygirl char in the rpc

https://forms.gle/QoTLojKPPeAc645d7

submit ur muses.

some guidelines: - u can submit as many muses as you want to begin with. once we have a decent number we can sort through them to make space for people who have less muses if others have a lot

-ocs and canons are allowed

-portrayals of the same canons will be grouped together. for example if we have 3 different caydes submitted, we’ll still only have one cayde entry, rather than specific mun interpretations, both for fairness in numbers and so people don’t feel like they’re competing with others over their portrayal

[gaygxnslinger]

"Guys fun fact. I can HEAR YOU." Don't stab him.

[gaygxnslinger]

Andal is standing there. He hears the entire thing. Should he laugh or stare disapprovingly?

"What the hell..."

[gaygxnslinger]

Andal leaned in closer to Cayde to show him exactly what he was looking at, nodding in the direction of what was -- upon closer inspection -- a probable sniper’s nest, “Reckon anyone’s home? Though, I guess we’d know anyway,” he kept his voice low, but a glimmer of teasing and amusement crept into his tone, “Light knows anyone could hear you talking from a mile away.”

Slowly peeks out beside you . #ﾞ ᴄ ——— ❝ ... hey , what are we looking at ? ❞

[gaygxnslinger]

[dramatic cayde vc] IVE BEEN GOT,,,,,,,,,,

[gaygxnslinger]

Cayde holds Andal up in the air, twirling around with him, "You almost won! But I mean, sorry, you had no chance against Sjur. Still proud of you."

Andal stares down at him with a feigned look of annoyance. "Gee. Thanks for the compliment." His smile immediately returns when Cayde pulls him down for a kiss.

[gaygxnslinger]

"I saw this, I'm gonna plug it in. Thoughts?"

[gaygxnslinger]

Oh fuck oh fuck Andal's watching-- uh. He's totally not bickering over stupid shit again. Nonchalant. He whistles.