#magenta life rp

[crissiebaby]

Crissie's Messy Origin Story [REWRITE]

Heyyo! This updated version of my first CrissieBaby short story is a part of The Crissie Anthology Collection! Hardcover and eBook copies are available now on Kickstarter!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/crissiebaby/the-crissie-anthology-collection

DISCLAIMER: This updated story contains humiliation, diaper usage, a super cute protagonist, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Sitting down at her desk, Crissie's lip quivered as her butt sank into the fluffy, soft, and slightly squishy diaper taped to her hips. The temptation to mush her hand into the base of her plush pamper was strong but she couldn’t give in yet. Not when her head was filled with so many creative and exciting story ideas that she couldn’t wait to get them out to make room for more! Sadly, those ideas were rarely accompanied by the motivation required to actually put words to paper. Gawking apathetically at her blank Word document for the better part of an hour, that temptation slowly became harder to ignore.

Unable to wiggle out from under the heavy writer’s block she was under, Crissie turned to the internet for some reprieve of the erotic variety. Unbeknownst to anyone else was her massive fetish for all things ABDL. She couldn’t explain what about this specific kink drew her to this fetish, but she had long since stopped caring. Different strokes for different folks, she liked to say.

Tabbing over to Xwitter, Crissie swiped through her lewd feed and smiled crudely at the artistic and horny expertise on display. “I wish I could make stuff like this,” she thought, lamenting that her art skills had never progressed beyond stick figures. However, that excuse fell flat when it came to writing, something that she was more than capable of creating if she wanted to. And yet, she always decided against it, as if it somehow made her fetish any less present in her daily life. A stilted sigh escaped her lips as she continued scrolling, attempting to cast aside her idle thoughts in favor of some libidinous recreation.

However, before Crissie could find the perfect art piece or messing video to kick off her nightly masturbation session, she happened upon a Xweet unlike any other she had ever seen. The post was from an account she’d recently followed. It said:

Have you ever wished you could write like a real Adult Baby?! Your new Master is here to help. DM me to get started 💕

Crissie was certainly skeptical as she examined the poster’s account, having followed multiple RP accounts in the past with mixed results. Beyond this one Xweet, the account had primarily been used for reblogging, giving her little to go off of. Returning to the post, she shrugged, figuring at best, she would find a new play partner, and at worst, she would waste a few minutes of her time messaging some bot. “Heyyo Master,” she typed, playing along with the original post.

Moments later, a set of three dots appeared beneath Crissie’s message. She waited for a response, only to raise a confused eyebrow as her computer screen instantly went blank. “Ah, frick,” she said, preparing to shuffle out of her cozy computer chair to reset her tower.

FLASH!

“GAH!” cried Crissie blinded by light emitted from the computer screen in front of her. She gasped, unable to pull her eyes away from the enchanting display. Within seconds, her chocolatey, brown irises changed color to a vibrant shade of magenta. Then, with no explanation, everything went black. She squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to her surroundings. Part of her wondered if she passed out somehow and hadn’t realized it yet, though she immediately dismissed this idea thanks to the familiar sounds and smells that her diaper emitted.

Given no chance to recover, a second, spectacular barrage of color swarmed Crissie’s vision. Only this time, it wasn’t the light of a computer screen but the luminous world around her that forced her to rub her strained eyes. To her surprise, the room she found herself in the center was much different than the shabby studio apartment she was used to. Gone were her bed, TV, and the vast majority of her Earthly possessions, finding a crib, changing table, and more diapers than she could begin to count in their place. And all of it was sized just for her.

RUFFLE!

All of a sudden, Crissie’s attention was dragged downward as her boring gray pajamas exploded into a pink satin babydoll dress with puffy sleeves and a skirt that came nowhere remotely close to covering up her diaper. Beneath her new dress was a diaper far bulkier than the one she’d changed herself into. This diaper felt like it was almost twice as thick and by far the softest she had ever worn. It was like her butt was perched on a cloud. She couldn’t stop it from forcing her legs apart, causing her to waddle childishly with every step. Speaking of steps, her feet were now clad in a pair of bright blue bed heels, reducing her mobility even more.

Despite not knowing where she was, how she got here, or who had dressed her up in such adorable attire, Crissie could barely contain her excitement. From the frilly dress to the bulbous diapers, this was everything she’d ever hoped to experience. Her excitement was short-lived, however, as she quickly noticed that her new and unexplained nursery was missing something very important. Namely, a door. All around her were pastel-painted walls with furniture to match, but not a single door in sight.

DING!

Right as Crissie was about to start panicking, a message alert drew her attention toward the pink, sticker-covered desktop set-up that had taken the place of her previous rig. The message read: “Hello, CrissieBaby. I’m sure your childish mind is very confused with all the changes I’ve made…”

Scoffing at the condescending tone the message was starting with, Crissie rolled her eyes and continued reading, “...Well, there’s no need to think about things like that anymore. Any thoughts that you still have in that silly head of yours should be dedicated to writing. Hop to it! The less time you spend writing, the faster your mind will regress. So, it looks like you’d better get started.”

Crissie couldn’t believe the words she was reading. This had to be a dream, or maybe some sort of elaborate joke. Backing away from the computer, she was beyond overwhelmed by her mind-bending new reality. It was terrifying to contemplate the idea of never returning to her old life. At the same time, it was hard to admit this wasn’t exactly the worst-case scenario for her. She’d always wanted more time to write, and now she technically had it. She’d always wanted to wear diapers full-time and now she could. Moreover, she’d always needed something to motivate her, and permanent regression certainly was a scary concept for a writer with too many stories left to tell. Maybe this wasn’t something she was supposed to question.

GRUUUUUUMBLE!

Without warning, Crissie’s internal debate was abruptly halted by the strongest urge to eject her bowels that she had ever experienced. Doubling over, she clutched her tummy tight as another message popped up on the computer, “Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I took away your potty training, so now you’ll never have to worry about bathroom breaks. Enjoy your new life, CrissieBaby.”

SPLOOOOORRCH!

Crissie’s face went pale as she found herself no longer able to hold the massive mess that had welled up inside of her. Her once slightly yellowed diaper now bulged with a distinct shade of brown as she unloaded her guts into the hungry diaper. Wave after wave of sticky, semi-soft poop hit her nappy so hard that she fell backward onto the ground, squishing the newly filled contents of her expanded diaper.

It was at this point that Crissie began to urinate...or maybe she was already urinating? She couldn’t even tell anymore. All she knew was that the diaper continued to swell as a swirl of embarrassment, frustration, and undeniable horniness descended upon her. She had never filled a diaper this much before, and it weighed her down like an anchor. And the smell! It was ripe and unmistakable.

There was little argument to be had at this point. Crissie was officially the baby that she always wanted to be, for better or worse. She looked down at her well-used padding with contented glee as she gave her plump padding a lustful shove. Every fiber of her being was telling her to drop everything and hump her doughy diaper right then and there. However, she resisted, yanking her hands away much like she had earlier that evening. She had far more pressing matters to deal with, after all.

With all the strength she could muster, Crissie lifted herself from her mushy throne and waddled over to the computer, planting herself down in the seat with a mighty SQUELCH! The mess beneath her wasted no time spreading itself up and around to the front of her diaper, only serving to increase her unending horniness.

Settling into her squishy seat, Crissie sighed contently as she looked toward the blank Word document. The white void that once filled her with dread now left her feeling reinvigorated by countless possibilities. She smiled warmly, knowing lack of motivation would never be a problem for her again.

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[alkalilu]

Billy Pseudotsuga Character Sheet

"What is it that within your mind you seek?"

Name: Billy Pseudotsuga

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown (but more than 400 years)

Species: Fae

Birthday: June 15th (Gemini)

Height: 180 cm

Eye Color: Yellow

Hair Color: Somewhere in the magenta. Think gills of a pink axolotl

Homeland: Pine Hills (same island as Briar Valley)

Family: Cyfrin Pseudotsuga (twin brother)

Dorm: Octavinelle (was in Diasomnia for his first year)

School Year: Junior (Class C)

Club: Film Studies

Best Subject: Magical Analysis/Enigmics

Favorite Food: Canned meat

Least Favorite Food: Brightly-colored cupcakes

Dislike: Being locked in

Hobby: Playing piano

Talents: Psychoanalysis

A cunning fae often twisting words and minds to get what he wants... or so it would seem. Fairly good at seeming convincing at a glance, and has a tendency to voice your thoughts before you can even get a word in. Secretly insecure about his abilities, and has no idea what to do with his life. However, he can be reliable and brutally honest when needed.

Twisted from Bill Cipher, with a side of Grunkle Stan and Dipper Pines.

Trivia:

Is way better at flight than he makes it look during class

Rook's nickname: Monsieur Providence

Only wears his eyepatch in his Dorm Uniform

Wears a lace shirt in his School Uniform

Floyd's nickname: Axolotl

Nicknames people using their coffin symbols, or their 10 cards titles.

Unique Magic: Mindscape Haunting

"The muse comes, inspiration strikes. Now in the dream, let's seal the deal."

Allow Billy to enter the mind of whoever he thinks of. For that, he either needs to place a marker on that person (which he usually does via a handshake), or to enter via the dream world.

Billy himself is unmoving and acts unconscious during it, same as his target.

________

FINALLY, I'm starting to get these guys in! Billy's twin brother should come tomorrow if everything goes well.

I affectionately nickname them as "Twills", portemanteau of twins and Bill, being both based on that lovely triangle demon in one way or another. Also it's shorter than "Pseudotsuga twins".

Now, for Billy himself: I'll admit, he can be hard to pin down due to how much he changed since I first created him. To the point when I struggled with the first quote.

"Billy" means "Will helmet" or "Protector", surprisingly ironic considering what his UM does. "Pseudotsuga" refers to the Douglas fir (Pseudotsuga menziesii), or Oregon pine, an invasive species of pine tree that isn't in the Pinus genus.

There's a long-standing inside joke in the RP I'm playing him in that he adopts freshmen on a semi-regular basis.

[universe-in-the-void-in-the-cube]

My headcanon bio for 2P Norway

Finally got him updated and fleshed out. This is my version of 2P Norway. Take it or leave it.

Also if anyone wants to RP this version of 2P Norway let me know so I can follow them.

Character Profile: 2P Norway – Loki Bondevik

Basic Information

Full Name: Loki Bondevik

Nickname(s): The Puppet Master, Flameheart

Title: 2P Norway

Age: 23

Birthday: November 18

Species: Personification of the country of Norway

Nationality: Norwegian

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Religion: None specified

Occupation: Manipulator, Influencer, and Pyromaniac

Status: Active

Fandom: Original Character; could fit within various fandoms involving trickster or villain archetypes

Face Claim: (Left to user discretion)

Relationships

Parents: Unknown; Loki's upbringing is shadowed by a troubled and complex family background, possibly involving neglect or estrangement. This lack of connection fuels his fear of vulnerability and abandonment.

Siblings: 2P Iceland/Egil Steilsson (Brother)

Family: 2P Iceland/Egil Steilsson (Brother)

Significant Other(s): N/A; due to his manipulative tendencies, Loki struggles to form genuine relationships, leading to a complicated love life.

Children: None specified

Closest Friends: Other dark figures or manipulators who appreciate and align with his cunning ways, forming a tightly-knit yet treacherous circle of influence.

Rivals: Heroes or other skilled manipulators capable of seeing through his charming façade, posing a challenge to his schemes.

Enemies: Those who have suffered from his chaotic influence and destructive nature, possibly individuals or groups that oppose his pyromania.

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Magenta red, eerily captivating and often reflecting his inner chaos and mischief.

Hair Color(s): Platinum blonde, contrasting sharply with his pale skin and emphasizing his striking features.

Height: 6’8” (203 cm); towering over most, lending him an imposing presence that he skillfully exploits.

Weight: 146 lbs (66 kg); his lean and athletic build adds to his gracefulness and agility.

Body Build: Lean and athletic, giving him an agile appearance; a dancer's grace intertwined with something predatory.

Notable Physical Traits: Pale skin, sharp angular facial features, and an unsettling, predatory smile that hints at his malicious intent.

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): Fear of genuine intimacy and vulnerability; a defense mechanism born from a fear of abandonment that plagues his interpersonal relationships.

Mental Health: Exhibits narcissistic tendencies, and potential for other personality disorders tied to manipulation; not clinically diagnosed but inferred through behavior.

Physical Disease(s): None specified.

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: A charismatic yet unsettling demeanor; possesses a sly, almost predatory smile that draws in while it unnerves.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic neutral; acts primarily based on self-interest and sees the world as a stage for his manipulation.

Jung Type: ENTP (Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Perceiving)

Enneagram: Type 3 (The Achiever) or Type 8 (The Challenger)

Four Temperaments: Melancholic/Choleric; reflective yet forceful and dominant in his interactions.

Astrological Sign: Scorpio; symbolizing depth, intensity, and transformation.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin; aligning with cunning and ambition.

Top Five Tropes: Manipulative Charmer, Dark Mentor, Tragic Villain, Pyromaniac, Enigmatic Trickster

Five Prominent Traits: Charming, Cunning, Flamboyant, Malevolent, Charismatic

Misc

Skills: Mastery in manipulation, adept at social engineering, pyromancy, storytelling, and wielding influence elegantly.

Hobbies: Playing with fire—both literally and metaphorically—weaving mesmerizing tales, attending social gatherings, causing chaos, relishing in unpredictability.

Element: Fire, representing both passion and destruction.

Animal: Symbolically represents a serpent, embodying duplicity, temptation, and danger.

Plant: Nightshade or similarly dark plants that evoke a sense of danger and allure, highlighting his complex character.

Stats

Compassion: 0/10; manipulative tendencies overshadow any genuine compassion he might display.

Empathy: 0/10; uses charm solely for manipulation, lacking real empathetic connections.

Creativity: 8/10; remarkably imaginative, especially in crafting schemes and plots.

Mental Flexibility: 9/10; an agile thinker, adaptable in various social situations, easily shifting tactics to maintain control.

Passion/Motivation: 8/10; intensely driven by chaotic ambition and the thrill of manipulation.

Education: 6/10; self-taught through observation, learning the darker arts of persuasion and control.

Stamina: 6/10; moderate endurance, able to engage in prolonged social dramas.

Physical Strength: 5/10; not his emphasis, often relying more on cunning than brute strength.

Battle Skill: 4/10; prefers manipulation and finesse over physical confrontation.

Initiative: 7/10; steps up to take charge when it aligns with his goals and desires.

Restraint: 2/10; very little self-control, especially when chaos is at hand.

Agility: 7/10; graceful in movements, akin to a predator stalking its prey.

Strategy: 9/10; a master manipulator, always thinking several moves ahead.

Teamwork: 3/10; prefers playing solo, viewing collaboration as a burden to his control.

Intelligence Breakdown

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 5/10; enjoys storytelling with dramatic flair.

Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 7/10; sharp eye for details, noticing nuances others overlook.

Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 9/10; a silver-tongued communicator, gifted in persuasion and rhetoric.

Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 6/10; clever and strategic in plotting schemes and maneuvers.

Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 6/10; exhibits agility and grace in physical movement.

Interpersonal Intelligence: 3/10; manipulates others rather than forming genuine connections; often misreads emotions.

Intrapersonal Intelligence: 4/10; grapples with his identity and moral compass.

Existential Intelligence: 5/10; questions his role and purpose amidst his schemes and desires.

Naturalistic Intelligence: 3/10; limited connection to nature outside of fire; finds beauty in destruction.

Comprehensive Characterization

Physical Appearance

Loki Bondevik stands at a striking 6'8", his height imposing and allowing him to loom over most people he interacts with. His platinum blonde hair falls in tousled waves, often styled slicked back to frame his sharply chiseled features—an angular face marked by high cheekbones and an eternally pale complexion that seems almost ethereal against the backdrop of his darkly flamboyant attire. His magenta red eyes are a focal point, ablaze with intrigue; a window into the tumultuous soul beneath. When he walks into a room, his mere presence sends a ripple of unease and curiosity among those present.

Dressed in tailored suits that echo elegance minus the subtlety, Loki typically opts for darker hues—a mesmerizing mix of deep reds, blacks, and silver that speak both of rich taste and a penchant for the dramatic. Each outfit is accessorized with intricate rings, each a symbol of his storied past, and a signature crimson scarf that billows ever so slightly as he moves, enhancing the air of mystery that surrounds him.

Personality

Complex and multifaceted, Loki embodies a cauldron of charm and chaos. To the casual observer, he appears a charismatic enigma, skillfully entrancing those around him with his clever words and attractive demeanor. Yet beneath this façade lies an unsettling undercurrent; a strategic mind that views human connections as mere pawns in his manipulative game.

His relationship with fire is as tumultuous as his mind; a fascination that borders on obsession. Pyromania speaks to his spirit—an insatiable desire for destruction and rebirth, mirroring his internal struggle between chaos and control. He thrives in chaotic environments, seamlessly transitioning from charming to terrifying—the ultimate puppet master skillfully pulling strings, relishing the thrill of chaos he creates.

However, this chaotic manipulation isn't without its battles. Internally, Loki wrestles with the darkness within; his fear of genuine connections often leaves him isolated, torn between his instinct to manipulate and the genuine desire for closeness that he can't quite grasp. His psyche—a messy collection of cunning ambition, self-doubt, and narcissistic tendencies—creates layers of conflict that drive his character development.

Background Narrative

Raised amidst the breathtaking yet harsh landscapes of Norway, Loki grew up surrounded by the folklore of cunning tricksters and dark heroes. His upbringing was marked by isolation and emotional detachment, driven by a family history shrouded in neglect that birthed his fear of vulnerability. Learning early that manipulation was his greatest shield, he turned to the stories around him, absorbing tales of deception and cleverness.

Loki’s early fascination with fire developed into a deep-seated obsession, a violent marriage between the potential for destruction and beauty. As the years passed, he honed his skills in social manipulation and pyromancy, releasing flames both literally and metaphorically onto the world, striking a balance between artistry and chaos.

Driving Forces and Internal Conflicts

Loki's primary goals orbit around obtaining power and influence, guiding events both mundane and extraordinary from the shadows. The more chaotic his world, the more he feels alive, yet this very thrill threatens to swallow him whole. His insatiable need for control intertwines his motivations with a consuming desire for admiration, adoration, and conflict.

His manipulative lifestyle, while effective, carries a moral weight that begins to press down on him as he forges connections, contradictions that arise between who he is versus who he wishes to be. The deeper he ventures into the art of manipulation, the lonelier he becomes, facing the dilemma of whether the chaos he incites is worth the rapidly increasing isolation.

General Plot Ideas

Ascension: A story arc where Loki seeks to solidify his influence may encounter formidable resistance from an unassuming mortal or equivalent dark figure with the capacity to see through his schemes. Their encounters push Loki to confront his vulnerabilities, revealing depths to his character that shift his motives and perceptions of power.

The Flame Within: A narrative focusing on the consequences of Loki’s pyromania—an encounter where his fires, both proverbial and literal, threaten his allies and romantic interests—forces him to grapple with the brunt of his actions versus his desire for chaos.

Romantic Plot Ideas

The One Who Sees: Loki becomes infatuated with an intelligent figure who sees through his charming mask, giving rise to a psychological battle of wills, challenge and attraction. Their complex relationship unfolds as he must choose between exposing his authentic self or maintaining a façade.

Dangerous Liaisons: This plot involves a romance characterized by tension, where each character drawn to the other's aura of danger must navigate their respective manipulative tendencies while grappling with vulnerability and the true nature of intimacy.

Overall Theme

Loki Bondevik embodies the duality of charisma and treachery. He exists within a world of seductive danger and chaos, traversing the thin line between villainy and vulnerability. His character arc explores the balance between surface allure and the complex, shadow-laden inner realms of betrayal, ambition, and the desperate need for genuine connection. His journey serves as a reflection of the eternal struggle between darkness and light within the self—where ambition risks overshadowing the one thing he ultimately seeks: authenticity and acceptance.

[heta-micronomics]

I've meant to fill this out for a bit, but recent life events have kept me off Tumblr for a while. But, as always, I love talking about my horribly lovely boy-creature. Here y'all go!

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

I've wondered this for years, actually, and I believe it's the product of several factors. I honestly think of it less as "pick up" and more as "latch onto." I got into Hetalia when I was twelve and living in extremely bad conditions. There was a point when I didn't really think I'd get out. But little me saw Sealand and saw myself in him, I suppose. He was kind of everything I wanted to be--determined, free, and a wildcard. I needed somewhere to put everything I couldn't handle, and so he became my outlet. Now I mainly write adult Sealand because he's grown with me. I'm not a system, but I am high enough on the dissociative scale that I can tell there was some mental illness effects on my identification with him. There was at one point a bit of breakdown between "him" and "me," and it stuck.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

I don't like writing (or even reading, really) kid Sealand. By that I mean the fanon era Sea where he was almost purely written as naive, annoying, etc. It's likely because my brain has conflated him so much with my younger self, but I just can't do it. I can't write him as a young child without thinking of my younger self, which....doesn't vibe at all. Also SeaLat. Nothing against it; it's just a squick of mine since Latvia tends to be a sore subject for me.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Aside from the obvious adult Sealand, I love writing dark and gritty content. I grew up on it, and so it's stuck with me. I enjoy exploring psychology and the depths of depravity humans can harbor. One of my favorite genres is psychological horror, so I tend to incorporate a lot of those elements. I tend to think of gore and whump as my expertise.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I don't even know. I almost always have several lore threads/timelines I work on concurrently, so ideas and pieces just kind of fall into place over time. A lot of them arise from music, though others come from quotes, people watching, or myself. I can't pull from one singular source because humans are by default an amalgamation of experiences. The same goes for characters!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

It depends on where I am. Sometimes I'll just jot down bits and pieces in my notes app as they come to me. Other times I'll actually sit down and have something playing, be it music, a true crime podcast, or video essay.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Again, it depends on whom I'm communicating with. When I was younger, my replies were much more off the bat. I don't RP much right now because I put a lot more thought and effort into my replies. I just don't have the time nor energy to do that right now, unfortunately.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

It's one of my favorite parts of fandom! Sadly, most of my Sealand ships are unpopular, so I can't engage much with other Hetalians. Right now I'm shifting between KugSea (my main), one-sided MolSea, and HongSea. I'm also a big fan of life partner SeySea, though not really in a romantic sense. They're fun to play with!

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

On here, it's generally Blue. My Discord name is Apalone_sealand, so in servers people usually to call me some variation of that. One TMNT server I mod has taken to just calling me "Sealand" because they associate me with him.

ᴀɢᴇ?

Nineteen, though my health problems make me feel middle-aged. Last week I ran on knee braces, Motrin, and spite.

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

Whatever you want it to be. I don't like sharing my birthday online--that's a good way to get hacked.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Blue, space age orange, baby pink, mint green, sage green, charcoal, neon yellow, magenta, steel grey, dusty lavender.... I can't pick just one!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

It changes regularly. Right now it's "It Ends" by Eddie Haley.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I don't watch many movies. I think it was the FNAF movie when it came out?

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I really don't watch many shows, either. It was either Trigun Stampede or Land of the Lustrous a few weeks ago when my partner and I had a watch party.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

I'm listening to Sabaton right now. "Fields of Verdun" just finished!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Anything spicy or sweet. Or a combination of the two. Also salty things. I love a good habanero mango salsa.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

The American South isn't known for its Fall, but that period between August and November down here is glorious.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

The amazing @iced-coffeebean, who has listened to my frantic rants at length. They know more about me than I'd like to admit. Plus, they're as dedicated to Molossia as I am to Sealand, so we've had some great conversations <3

Tagged by: @bates--boy ! Thank you so much for the tag, and sorry it took a bit :3

Tagging: @iced-coffeebean , @astrophilic-soul , and @addrianastarflower

[cythion]

Character Profile

The Basics ––– –

Name: Cythion

Nickname(s): Cy

Age: Adult

Birthday:

Race: Kaldorei

Gender:  Male

Marital Status: Single, with attachments. Many lovers and a few very important people

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Magenta

Eyes:  milky blue

Height: 7'9"

Build: Very well defined muscles

Distinguishing Marks: N/A

Tattoos: Kaldorei tattoos on his arms, neck and face

Piercings: Both earlobes with wooden plug, Snake bites in bottom lip with silver rings, both nipples with silver barbells, a PA

Likeness:

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Dancer, Escort, Prostitute

Hobbies: Growing plants

Common Accessories: Leather leaf ponytail holder, leather tie in his beard

Languages: Common, Darnasian, Dwarvish, a tiny bit of Orcish

Residence: Goldshire

Birthplace: Teldressil

Religion:  Druid of Elune

Patron Deity:  Elune

Fears: Abandonment

Personality: Flirty, Outgoing, Hedonist. Sometimes melancholic and introspective

Relationships ––– -

Spouse:  None - but has an estranged mate and a few very dear lovers. He also has many clients.

Children:  Olithion, his son 5yo

Parents:  Both deceased

Siblings:  Sister deceased

Pets: None

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual

Preferred Emotional Role: switch

Preferred Sexual Role: switch

Libido: High.

Turn ons: Smiles, sparkling eyes

Turn offs: Rudeness, egotism, and narcissism.

Love Language: Touch, Quality time

Relationship Tendencies:  Polyamory, Open loose relationships, Free love

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: never / rarely / sometimes /frequently / to excess

Drugs: never/ rarely / sometimes /frequently / to excess

Alcohol: never/ rarely / sometimes /frequently / to excess

RP Hooks ––– –

Escorting: Do you need a private dancer? And escort to a party? A lover for the night? Cy will happily be propositioned. Please don't be rude about it and take no for answer.

Gardening: Cy loves to grow things. Ask about his green house and his plants

Dancing: He loves dancing, even when not working. He is skilled in floor and pole, both still and free and poi. He has training in belly dancing and can shimmy with the best of them.

Kink: Cy often carries a whip or flogger with him on his hip. Feel free to ask about them. He loves kinky talk and showing off his skills with his toys.

Looking For ––– –

Friends, acquaintances, enemies, whatever ya have!

I'm cool with slice of life, fluff and heavy! Storyline, one off's, casual, romantic, though his dance card is fairly full for LT romantic relations, but one offs are nice too! Also cross-server and cross-faction friendly!

[collectcr]

🌞🌗🌟RULES AND INFORMATION!🌟🌓🌞

⭐HELLO THERE! The name I go by online Kris, and I'm an Aspiring Filipino roleplayer! I use She/Her pronouns most of the time, and I've been in the RPC for a few years! I have ADHD, and a bit of a hard time remembering things. Please do also excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes in our RP threads! My interests are cartoons, anime, video games and a lot more! Right my interests are placed in: The Owl House! ⭐

🌞INTERACTIONS🌞

• If I seem to 'ignore' you, I might just be busy or out of the house! On the occasions I don't respond after a few days, please remind me because I might have forgotten!😅

•This is a Multi-fandom blog, so crossovers are welcome! And I will be interacting with different fandoms that interest me for that reason!

•I will be mostly roleplaying as close to canon as I can, but aus are welcome too! I will include AU's and other timelines we could use down below.

•English is not my first language, so I apologise if my wording or way of speaking is a bit too bland.

•There will be no smut on this blog. There might however be other mature content like violence and stuff like that! Though maybe it'll mostly just be mentions of it.

•Feel free to point out any spelling/grammatical mistakes! Sometimes I don't spot them before responding-

•If something I do or say makes you uncomfy, please do tell me!:)

🌗SHIPPING?🌓

•The Collector is Child-like, and looks like one too, so I won't do shipping on this blog, but please feel free to reach out to me if you want to do a platonic ship!

• Though for the RP, if other characters come into play, then you're welcome to add ships! Just not for The Collector themselves!

🌠ABOUT THE COLLECTOR🌠

//OOC: I just copy and pasted most stuff from the wiki- ;w;

• The Collector is a former antagonist of The Owl House, acting as the secondary antagonist of the second season and one of two central antagonists of the third season. A mysterious, god-like entity known as a Collector, he  was originally trapped inside the In Between Realm where they spent centuries awaiting their release. When assistance arrived in the form of Emperor Belos, The Collector helped the emperor with the Day of Unity in exchange for his freedom. Once the event proceeded as planned, Belos went back on his word and abandoned The Collector in his prison, only to be freed from it later by King. Upon his release, The Collector took over the Boiling Isles and turned it into his personal playground, with King as his bound companion.

•During his takeover, The Collector resided in the Archive House with King, together partaking in a game with the transformed citizens acting out the adventures of King's life. After Luz helps them understand their wrongdoings, they help protect the citizens during Belos' attack and help fix the Boiling Isles, including reversing the puppet spells he placed on the Boiling Isles citizens. He chooses to return to his home among the stars for introspection, occasionally returning to the Isles to visit his new friends!

💫THE COLLECTOR'S APPEARANCE 💫

•The Collector is a short humanoid being with childlike features. He has tan-yellow skin, bushy white hair and eyebrows, an upward-pointing nose and a large pale blue blotch that eclipses the left side of his face, giving the right side the appearance of a crescent moon shape. The Collector's eyes are yellow and have narrow pupils with scarlet irises. His left leg also appears to be pale blue.

•The Collector wears full-body clothing resembling robes or pajamas with an oversized collar and sleeves. His clothes are split between dark blue on the right and periwinkle-gray on the left. The sleeves have these colors switched, with the right sleeve being periwinkle with blue suns and the left sleeve being blue with periwinkle crescent moons, as well as a magenta border on the rims of the cuffs. He wears a dark purple nightcap with magenta trim and light star-esque spots. He wears dark blue shoes with light gray pom-poms on them. Additionally, he wears a light pink pendant with a purple crescent moon face around his neck.

•The Collector has three small, dark blue stars on his left cheek. On some occasions, usually if he is using magic whilst experiencing strong emotions, such as anger or excitement, his eyes emit a bright glow.

🌃THE COLLECTOR'S PERSONALITY🌃

•The Collector is depicted as a childish and mercurial entity. He is motivated by simple desires, wanting to have fun and play games with others, which he shows in his interactions with Belos, but much like a child, he gets quite emotional and impatient when his wants are not met. He partakes in theatrics often, speaking riddles and rhymes, although he will quickly give up on harder words. Despite his childlike attitude, The Collector has proven to be cruel and heartless when crossed. With a temperamental nature and great power at his fingertips, The Collector is a dangerous and unpredictable force that will not hesitate to punish those who upset him and terrifying others into obeying his demands.

✨AU'S AND TIMELINES WE CAN USE✨

• Shadow or Trappes Collector! A timeline where ((RP-er's muse)), found The Collector's tablet before Philip did.

•The Collector's reign timeline! A timeline where The Collector meets ((The RP-er's muse)), just as they were turning people into puppets in The Boiling Isles!

•The Collector goes back to the stars/Wandering Star timeline! Takes place in space, or another planet, and The Collector meets ((RP-er's muse)) when traveling!

•Human Realm and adopted AU! An alternate universe where The Collector didn't leave, and instead stayed. They live in both The Owl House, and with Luz's family in the human realm!

[shnowbilicat]

🎓and ☘️ for anyone

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Let's put in Vincent and his squad, because I think this is kinda funny haha X'D

Vincent was originally inspired by the very popular design that floated around the very early FNAF days, but I changed him to look more human, with human skin to be more realistic snrrk and golden eyes that were inspired by the FNAF song 'Just Gold'

Rick was actually a copy-paste attempt on making more Purple Man-esque characters, but I put more spice into Rick as his introduction was originally in an RP where I wanted him to be more menacing AND on the haunted spirit's side. So OP shadow spirit it is ewe

Keith was the same, another copy-paste, this time based on the FNAF 4 teasers. Another great villian to replace the Purple Man, before the game turned out to be all an actual nightmare snrrk. So he also got sum cool dream powers afterwards cuz SPICE

PG was inspired by the magenta/pink sprite in the FNAF 2 minigames and was supposed to be Vincent's partner in crime. But no matter how I sliced it, it didn't fit and Vincent didn't feel as menacing as he would, soooo alternative universe it is! Actually turned out very neat in the end! Also I swear PG's personality and him being perv and drunkard slightly mirrored what the fandom did to the Purple ... and I think PG is actually way better in that regard too X'D

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I have Vincent since I believe the middle or end of FNAF 2? Maybe beginning FNAF 3? So up til today we would have around 8 years?

It has been an amazing journey with my boiz and I can't imagine my life without them <33

[mysmemagentarp]

                                  We are in FINAL Countdown

https://countingdownto.com/es?c=2686296https://countingdownto.com/es?c=2686296

~ Ray

[coffeetoffeeart]

in love with a ghost (non canon compliant)

/dsmp /rp /not real life people

late birthday gift for my friend ratty :] the ghostboo thing was supposed to be an au i swear

[ID: digital art of ghostboo and tubbo holding onto each other. ghostboo is floating away and tubbo is on his tippy toes. ghostboo is an endermen hybrid with curly black and white hair, she is wearing leather boots, purple tights, a patterned pink skirt, and a blue-green bell sleeved shirt. tubbo is a goat hybrid with horns and brown hair that’s blond at the tips. he wears a green shirt under a brown vest, brown pants,and brown shoes. they are in front of a pink background with a patterned magenta circle. end ID.]

[shameboree]

hey kels i was scrolling through my dash and then i caught a glimpse of your new fallon drawing and i want you to know that i went absolutely buckwild and then i scrolled further to see the whole drawing and i'm pretty sure i squealed. kels ever since ive started following you and your art and fallon have slowly nestled yourself inside my brain its amazing how excited i get whenever u upload a new drawing. also ive noticed that i'm slowly but surely starting to sound more and more unhinged and wild like you. how the fuck do you have so much influence on me. 

ALSO i love the new fallon drawing!! you are so right blue gold and white are just her colours they fit her v well!! and i love how much texture you used throughout the whole drawing and her shoes are AWESOME!! also love the whole winter fairy-ish vibe <3

ALSO i was wondering if you could like sort of,, idk explain your drawing process on this drawing? like if you did the colouring first or the lineart and stuff bc i just love how it turned out and id love to try something similar!!

AW!!! i am so hype for my awful girl to be Enjoyed so much!! she is my favorite dressup doll i love to play barbies with her most of all heheh. also i am THRILLED that my Unhinged and Unwell nature have rubbed off on u. i know i am a Strong personality and it makes me V POLARIZING (i am either LOVED or LOATHED i havent met many ppl who are just like meh abt me. i am an Experience) and its always a DELIGHT when someone finds my feral animal traits endearing or positive and kind of picks up on them. i think because life is short that we should all be as bananas as we please at any point in time. PURE ID HERE BABY

AND TY TY!! my girl has a strong aesthetic and this piece kind of went a liiiiittle against some of that (its a lot of hard angles vs i normally give her a lot of ovals and rounded edges) but for the setting its appropriate bc im trying to give her a bit more of a """"harsh"""" or """"severe"""" vibe (like as harsh and severe as she can possibly look which isnt very). i LOVE to use texture brushes they are such an easy way to get out of drawing details myself because i am SO lazy!!

okay i “”answered”” this i GUESS technically because i typed words in response but its a whole lot of jack shit so like. here ya go. SORRY PAL. 

here are some more shoes as u can see i basically draw her in the same ones always except when i draw her in a plugsuit

OKAY THE DRAW IN QUESTION i kind of cheated on bc i literally just traced over one of my older draws i did for a very obscure au i made of who made me a princess (i am always doing such ridiculously niche shit i love to sit in my little sandbox and have no one else understand my barbie rps) BUT the process is the same as basically every draw i do like this. it is very simple so dont worry (or do, maybe)

i use 1-3 layers at a time and then immediately merge when i feel like im done and LIVE W MY MISTAKES if not!! anyway prepare to be massively underwhelmed heh

this is so funny i cant believe i literally traced my own drawing im a fuckin FRAUD im the laziest bitch i know. anyway. my sketches are way messier than this but it always starts out either scratch ass lines or color blocking w this bright ass magenta bc thats what feels right!!!!!!

HERES THE LAYERS I USED LOL i do all textures n shit as a clipping mask so actually i used 4 layers for this bc id set down one texture or pattern that was gonna overlap on a diff layer so i wouldnt have to work harder to erase and then BLINDLY MERGED to make things more difficult if actually i fucked up before that!!! work smarter not harder except when it is absolutely braindead to do otherwise is my motto

IF IM DOIN SMTH NICER like this then i usually make sure all my lines connect (this is also why i do a lot of angles and simple clear shapes when i draw) so i can set that layer as reference and USE THE FUCKING FILL TOOL BAYBEEEEE!!!!! this also makes it easier to fuck around with COLOR imho bc you can just rapidly swatch with zero efforts. i Love to take shortcuts. i Love to be lazy. i HIGHLY rec this, if i have colored smth that stays in the lines then its bc i connected the lineart and used the bucket fill underneath. if my lines dont connect sometimes ill make a temp line and erase after i filled. im dedicated. ALSO u can see here that my patterns layer is all overlapping and fucked up bc i didnt check and erase fully but i use p limited palettes in general so... IT DIDNT MATTER THIS TIME!!!!!!!!. 

anyway after all that i lock the lineart layer if i havent already and color some of the lines for some PIZAZZ. easy way to immediately fake effort i do love to do that

HERES AN ACTUALLY MESSY SKETCH:

 i do all of my fucking draws on the same canvas bc im a horrible little beast, so the only reason i didnt erase the sketch and use it for the colors layer was bc there were others on that layer already and i didnt wanna scoot them so i could cap the finished draw. i did NOT connect my lines for this one i colored like a toddler. who gives a shit we all die in the end anyway!!! 

YOU DIDNT ASK FOR THIS BUT LINELESS MY LOVE... i just color blocked for this one alas i do not have process caps, i will do that next time i draw i guess if anyone wants that!!? i typically only use a single layer for lineless- block out the shape, alpha lock, then color and carve from there. EASY PEASY!! ive shown it before but i spent all my formative draw years on v limited feature programs (mspaint, oekaki, TEGAKI MOST OF ALL) so i dont explore tools much and do what seems easiest and most intuitive to me... im sorry i dont have any sick tricks or real process i am but a feral little clown drawing in the DIRT. also here is the tegaki overlay i use whenever i am Blocked or fatigued w procreate layout. it makes me feel NOSTALGIC and INSPIRED so i do this instead of like, actually getting on tegs2

this ended up long as fuck and FOR WHAT?? its just 10 images and several paragraphs of “sorry im the laziest fucker ALIVE”

[mysmemagentarp]

ESPAÑOL

De los mejores crossovers existentes ~ UNKNOWN Visita nuestro server de RP en Discord: “Magenta Life” Hablamos INGLES & ESPAÑOL  

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ENGLISH

Best existing crossovers ~UNKNOWN

Visit our Discord RP: “Magenta Life” We speak ENGLISH & SPANISH https://mysmemagentarp.tumblr.com/post/188055627394/te-damos-la-bienvenida-a-este-nuestro-tumblr-de

UKxP5 UKxPM

[sangdelune-archive1]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME

A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet.

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. 

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Identifies as a male and will always identify as male but doesn’t quite have the most binary grasp of gender due to being raised as a female for the first few years of his life.

Race: Human / Bonded with the Vampire of the Blue Moon via blood.

Complexion: Very pale, almost white skin. 

Height: 4′7

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous.

Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut.

Color: White.

Style: Short, messy white hair. Doesn’t actually get to comb it very much so fly - aways and parts that stick up are pretty common. 

Eye color: A bright, radiant blue.

Details: Originally, his eyes were silver at birth and were silver for most of his life. His eye color changed to blue after becoming Kin of the Blue Moon. 

Scars: Various scars upon his body due to abuse from his mother and Moreau.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other: It’s kind of hard to be anything other than vintage when you’re living in the 1800s. 

Color Palette: Mostly wears blues and blacks like his brother. Will absolutely NOT wear red ( unless it’s leaning towards dark magenta like the tassels of his shoes ). 

Typical Clothing: Typically wears a black and blue jacket and shorts. His prosthetic is waterproof but he wears a shoulder cape for extra protection. 

Tattoos: Not really a tattoo but he has Luna’s Mark of Possession on his left shoulder.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Has a soft, childish, and unassuming face. He does smile a lot and appear to be a perfectly normal child. However, it’s rarely genuine unless it is around people he likes. 

General Movements:  Nothing too remarkable about his general movements. However, he does fatigue easily. 

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: He tries to keep to himself for the most part due to the people after his life ( people that want the Book of Vanitas, vampires that hate the Blue Moon / humans / humans linked to the Blue Moon, scientists looking for new test subjects ) and generally keeps a small presence. To those that do approach him, he’s usually amicable and cute. But he CAN flip the switch if needed.

Appearance: Appears tidy for the most part but there are subtle signs of the neglect the Comté puts him through. Some examples are the exhaustion in his eyes and the dark circles underneath, the unkempt mess that is his hair, and his frame that is quite a bit thinner than when he lived with Luna and Vanitas. 

Scent: Smells mostly of soil from living in the forest under poor conditions and literally sleeping on the ground most of the time. But it’s much better than blood. 

Voice Description: Generally very soft and mild. However, he definitely can get loud and pissy if he’s really upset. Canon / French voiceclaim here. 

Accent: yes / no

Speech Mannerisms: Mostly informal due to being a child. He was taught some formal mannerisms from the adults around him for various reasons ( ie his mother to appease ‘ customers ‘ and Luna for actual normal reasons ) but he’s still learning.

[writteninsunshine]

Roses Were Red Before - Pete Thelman Multiship (6 Ships) - SFWish

Title: Roses Were Red Before

Author: Keith

Fandom: South Park

Setting: Various

Pairing: Michael/Pete Thelman, Pete Thelman/Henrietta Biggle, Mike “Vampir” Makowski/Pete Thelman, Stan Marsh/Pete Thelman, Pete Thelman/Unnamed Goth Girl, Stan Marsh/Pete Thelman/Unnamed Goth Girl

Characters: Pete Thelman, Michael, Henrietta Biggle, Mike “Vampir” Makowski, Stan Marsh, Unnamed Goth Girl

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1311

Type Of Work: One-Shot

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/M/F, Straight, Hetero, Bisexual Male Character, Pete POV, Third Person, Emotional Abuse, Cheating Mention, Polyamorous Ships

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Reagan belongs to @southxparkxafterxdark on Tumblr, my friend Mel! Stan is based on rps with @throughxthexmist

Summary: Roses are a symbol of love, but not all of them had to be red.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!

Okay, so, I’ve been on a huge kick for writing Pete lately, and so I’m pretty happy with this. I love writing him and he’s fun to ship with just about anyone. I’ve grown to love a lot of ships for him, and while this isn’t all of them, it’s definitely some of them that I adore!

I hope you guys enjoy this!

South Park Fic Masterlist

Roses Were Red Before

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Roses had been a universal symbol of love for what could be said to be forever, and they were always red. 

Pete was red. He was fire, he was passionate, he was stubborn, he had blood on his hands even if he’d never raised them to someone. Red was the color of war, the color of courage, the color of life, of anger, of love. He was filled to bursting with love, even if it was hard to let the floodgates down. Conversely, he was war. Words cut like a knife when he slung them at his opposer, friend or foe alike.

But he didn’t think that red was the only color of love.

Black had come to mean love in his heart, just as much as it meant strength, authority, and power. Michael had brought darkness into his life, had clouded his mind with it. It became normal, it became silky soft, it became safe.

With Michael’s spidery hands on his cheeks, their lips sharing smoke in the darkness of Michael’s bedroom, he had felt at home. Pete couldn’t see himself with anyone else for a long time, loving what Michael brought him, what he brought out in him.

Until the day the darkness gripped his heart, and a whisper in his brain brought forth the beginning of their end.

The fighting, the accusations, the constant clouds over their head were tinged with red. Pete knew, deep down, that he’d done this, but he’d never admit to it. Sitting in the broken glass of their relationship, he blamed Michael for the cuts on his hands and knees. Michael became a villain, and he the victim, even if that meant he perpetuated a fisherman’s tale.

The color in his world was red behind his eyes and black over his heart, and he wandered, lost in a lonely wood for weeks.

Purple blossomed into his world, the colors of blood and bruises mixing with the darkness.

She was beautiful, she was magnanimous, a ruler on a throne, she was perfection. Henrietta had taken him from the arms of the dragon and pulled him to a kingdom of understanding, of listening, of being heard. They talked all the time, they spent time together, she was there when he was stressed, or when he was angry, and he never felt bad telling her how he felt.

Red and purple mixed, magenta-colored the clouds, hearts fell from the sky like rain and dripped over his cheeks. Henrietta accepted him for what he was, for the monster masquerading as a human being, and she soothed the beast. Her voice, her hands, her body, she could reel him in, she could hold his reigns, and he was happy with her being the perfect woman behind him.

But the darkness crept back in, wrapping his hands around Pete’s little fantasy world and squeezing. Henrietta went back to him, and Pete dropped the crystal ball again, sobbing in the shards until he felt the red creeping back in. While he couldn’t fathom being belligerent with her, well… Michael was already the villain in his narrative.

What was one more offense?

The world swirled in crimson and purples. The sunrise was bright and blinding, the sunset dark and foreboding. And then, a tinge of green.

Mike embodied kindness, naivety, and gentleness. He treated Pete like he was worthy of love like his broken heart wasn’t a mess, but gilded with gold and made anew with a touch of the vampire’s compassion. 

Green and red made yellow, a sunny color, adding to the sky in his world, fading into the rest of the colors of his love. Everything was better in Mike’s arms, with his hand in Pete’s, with his kiss on his forehead. Mike’s thumb rubbing his knuckles while they watched movies, his arms wrapping around him as he sat in his lap, it was something that Pete lived for.

But was Pete really worth all the trouble?

Red filled his vision and he said things he didn’t mean. His words were heat-seeking missiles, they found the parts of Mike he hated, the things he was afraid of, and dropped vitriol on them like bombs. Pete had no control over himself when he was so deep in his hatred, and he instantly felt awful when it faded. That was it for the green, he supposed, but the sky remained a fade from yellow, green, to magenta and purple. The black layered over it all like a constant shadow.

Michael was hard to blame for the blood, for the cuts on his heart, on his hands, his face, his knees. The glass had fallen once more, had pierced him, and he sat among the wreckage, ready to accept he would always be bleeding.

A period of silence, where the colors ebbed and flowed like waves, hit him like a ton of bricks. He was quiet, alone, he didn’t spend as much time with others. Focusing his intentions on his magic, on the actual demon inside of him, he did his best to survive on his own.

Blue found its way into his skyline when he thought he was at his lowest. The red didn’t seem to bother him, Stan was resilient, he was strong, he was loyal. He didn’t give up on Pete when he was hurtful, when he was pain, when he was passion, in either direction. Just because he was passionate, it didn’t mean it was always good, passion could fuel anger just as easily as love.

Stan was soothing, he was capable of keeping up with him when he drank, and he didn’t mind it. They could do anything together and it was always a good time. Even if they both ended up hugging the porcelain throne together often, it was almost a bonding experience, now. Spending any time at all with Stan felt like the world melted away, and he wrapped himself in blueberry skies, warm hugs, and kisses that lasted for hours.

When the red bled in, when it took over instead of blending into purple, Stan was still there. He disarmed Pete so easily, so quickly, and he tried harder to mend his own broken parts, to fix what had driven people away already. It took a man so patient and kind that hurting him hurt Pete, too, to save him from himself.

The red didn’t bother him at all.

When the pink bloomed against the sky, finally accepting of the red he felt, Pete’s bliss skyrocketed, painting the sky once more..

Reagan was small, meek, and needy. Needy was just what he needed, someone to dote on, to love, to obsess over. The blue, the pink, and the red mixed together to create a world of colors, a rainbow arching through the sky that kept Pete afloat. 

Holding her, kissing her, brushing her hair, he loved to spend time doing whatever he could to help her. He ran her lines with her for her stage productions, he sang with her even if he knew his voice wasn’t on par with hers. He and Stan would play their respective instruments for her to sing to. He relished in hearing his lovers sing together, and he couldn’t imagine his life being any different.

The greens, the blacks, the purples, they remained in his skyline, his heart aching for them from time to time. He missed them all, and sometimes he wished he hadn’t done what he had to them. They didn’t deserve it, but the red took over and he couldn’t stop it… 

That didn’t mean he would ever lose feelings for them.

Roses were red before, but now they were black, they were purple, they were green, blue, and pink. The red roses fell to the wayside, only cropping up between the beds of color that prickled the field beneath the technicolor sky.

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AN: I had this idea a few days ago and I wanted to write it in a poem format, but I’m no good at poetry. I really like how this came out, however, and I hope you guys did, too!

[universe-in-the-void-in-the-cube]

I wanted to describe why I acted the way I did last night. I had a Purple Hippo incident and I would like to explain what a Purple Hippo is.

A Purple Hippo is a form of extremely long-term frustration that has to be verbally explained in a weird way for people to understand the feelings I am having. Imagine that you want a purple hippo. It doesn’t matter what shade of purple the hippo is or in what form the hippo takes, whether it is a plush, toy, action figure, knick-knack, picture, etc. Okay with that established you would think it wouldn’t be hard to get a purple hippo. But life has other plans and does it’s best to prevent you from having your beloved purple hippo.

First you look around various places and try to find one. You see some and when you have a chance to get it, the purple hippo is always sold out, or just sold out. And when it is in stock, you have no money or way to get the purple hippo. When you have money to finally get the purple hippo, the store or site where it was being sold at is out of business.

Then you figured that you would try and make your own purple hippo. You think it would be the easiest why to get what you want. But sorry, life is not like that.

You find a cute plushie of a hippo, but it is always either the wrong color or not the right shade to be purple enough to be purple. Like a marron or a magenta or too blue. Or even if you do find the right shade of purple, but it is always another animal and never a hippo.

So, you try to make yourself a plush of a purple hippo. You see the right color you want your purple hippo to be, but you look everywhere for a hippo plushie pattern to use to sew on up, but you can’t find one. And then when you finally find a pattern, you lose the fabric. So, you start hunting for some new fabric. And sadly, you can’t find any. And when you finally find the fabric, you lose the pattern. And you try to go find the pattern again and you find out the pattern for the hippo is no longer being made and you are stuck with no purple hippo.

Then you try another way to get a purple hippo. Either by finding a knick-knack to paint, but no purple paint or no knick-knack or neither of them. Or if you do get what you are looking for together and even before you start painting it. The knick-knack brakes or the paint in the bottle is the wrong color. So, you go back to find a new hippo, and no more hippos to be found. Or the shade of purple you want is sold out or no longer being made.

Or you finally do get your purple hippo. You are very happy and content. Life is good… until. Either someone steals your purple hippo, the purple hippo is destroyed beyond compare or it gets lost or burns down in a fire or another natural disaster causes to lose your purple hippo.

Yeah, it seems that the universe doesn’t want to have a purple hippo.

Can you understand the stress, the heartache of trying and trying again, and the frustration of trying to get a simple purple hippo? This is how I feel currently and it blew up yesterday. I feel no matter what I do, I can’t seem to find the right people to RP with or when I do, they are not RPing the kind of muses that would fit my Ocs or in a ton of cases not interested in my OC or have that special RP partner already and when I do find one, life seems to take them away from me. Either from mental/physical illness, life, work or death. Which happened to me twice. Or I was being used by the RP for some joke or another, or they change fandoms.

My purple hippo is finding a good RP partner for my OC Washington that wouldn’t mind doing a romantic RPs with my muse. My current purple hippo is Hetalia Norway since him and Washington as places and culture have so much in common that I can see them together. So yeah, that is what caused me to feel so low and devastated. I hadn’t really RPed in over a year and didn’t really get back till now and things, and me fucking things up.

So, I deeply appologize for my actions getting the better of me. If you don’t want to RP with me, it is okay, just don’t interact with me in a way to get my hopes up. That is usually what triggers me to act the way I did yesterday.

[nebulousmistress]

Taqgged by @bengesko

NAME: [redacted]

Come on, gimme your name: Neb

Your real name:

FINE

NICKNAMES: Mistress (by my pet), all 27 variations of my legit name in 8 languages (by everyone I know IRL)

STAR SIGN: Scorpio

That explains things: Hey, shut up.

HEIGHT: 5′2

FAVORITE COLOR(S): black, red, soft iridescence, deep saturated blues, Void, magenta

TIME RIGHT NOW: 730-ish pm

LAST THING I GOOGLED: garden claw gloves

NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH: one sheet and one thin blanket. Any more and I get too hot and have weird dreams.

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S): Vlad Masters/Plasmius, Dr. Rodney McKay, General Armitage Hux, Spock, Kirk, Bones, just the entire crew of TOS Star Trek, Captain Cardinal, Captain Kathryn Janeway, Adivion Adrissant

FAVORITE BANDS/SINGERS: Mono Inc, The Birthday Massacre, Cryo Chamber, VNV Nation, Assemblage 23, Seether, Five Finger Death Punch, Ghost, Lord of the Lost, Three Days Grace

DREAM JOB: Not interested. Here’s why. A job is what I do every single day to make money so I can afford to do the stuff I actually want to do, which I cannot do every single day or I come to not want to do it. So my ‘dream job’ is a job that will pay for my life without grinding me to dust so I can do Other Fun Things.

WHAT I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW: Black jeans, dark tank top. Giant fuckoff headphones.

WHEN DID I CREATE MY BLOG: 2012

CURRENT AMOUNT OF FOLLOWERS: 205

WHAT DO I POST ABOUT: Stuff. Work and life and selves and miniatures and fanfiction and just so much fanfiction adjacent stuff. Anything to separate myself from the job I have to do and the person I have to be.

DO I HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS: @askthenightmonster an RP blog for Charlie the Night Monster from Don’t Starve that hasn’t updated since 2016 @veli-spawn-of-lissala another RP blog that hasn’t updated since 2014 @level12roguechemist my SFW blog in case anyone asks what kind of online presence I have since I’m not on twitter as myself, I’m not on facebook, and my linkedin hasn’t updated since 2015

WHEN DID YOUR BLOG HIT ITS PEAK: Right before tumblr’s last purge of bot blogs I broke 250 followers for the first and only time

WHO IS YOUR MOST ACTIVE FOLLOWER: @puppetmaster55 by far. also @holywritingpromptsbatbruh​ and @emperorsvornskr​ and @bengesko​ and @spirits-of-kin​

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO GET A TUMBLR: the Through Danny Phantom rewatch, it was easier to keep track of everyone that way

DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS: ‘Daily’? Lol, I barely get asks on an annual basis

WHY DID YOU CHOSE YOUR URL: I once introduced myself at a Munch as “And I’m [my pet’s] nebulous mistress” as it was my first time meeting the group. The term felt right.

TAG YOU’RE IT: idk go for it

[hoodoo12]

ISO Family

Our awesome Beetlejuice discord has monthly prompts, and this month it was “family”! This is something I call a ‘supplemental story’ set during one of my rps with @pinkbeej; it fit the requirements of the prompt in a soft angst, melancholy way. 

SFW, Beetlejuice/OC, established relationship, yearning

@turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @beejiesbitch @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @angelicspaceprince @janitor-boy

Enjoy! `

The weather was warmer, and in a paradox, Carmen slept better. Usually the summer’s heat made her uncomfortable, all sweaty and sticky, but it slowly dawned on her that previously it was simply due to the fact she lived in a building surrounded by other buildings. Just being in the city made it hotter. She had had a fan, but blowing hot air around did little to counter the concrete, the unventilated apartment she lived in, or the masses of other people. 

Living here, in a part of a cemetery that was mostly neglected, with trees for shade and no other brick buildings to hold the heat and fewer people living atop each other, made a huge difference. Despite the fire that always blazed, actual breezes made their way through the door of the crypt. 

She realized this was another reason most of her family stayed out of the cities: sheer comfort. 

But she was comfortable here. It helped that her lover’s body temperature was consistently low! She’d taken to wearing nothing at all to bed, just to soak in his chill. It was soothing and she dropped into sleep faster and was more rested now than she could ever remember. With deep sleep came dreams, though. Dreams that made it hard to tell they were dreams. 

Dreams of the mundane. 

Of living here. 

Of reading. 

Of simply being. 

 Dreams of life.

⁂

Carmen looked up from her book. It was heavy, resting on her thighs, and she could feel soft fabric on the cover instead of a book jacket. She closed it so she could try and read the title, keeping her spot with a finger, but as she did Beej said behind her, 

“Mintaka.” 

The word had no meaning and she started to turn, and from behind her again he repeated, 

“Mintaka,” then added, “Meissa.” 

Her ears felt full of cotton. 

“Beej? What did you say?” 

“Mintaka, Meissa,” he replied. 

Why couldn’t she see him? 

It should distress her, sitting on his couch in this familiar space but not being able to locate him. She wasn’t, not really, because she felt safe. She just wanted to know what he was saying. Twisting in her seat, the book still heavy in her lap, she scanned behind her. 

Nothing. 

Brow furrowed, she settled back into the cushions properly, and Beej was beside her, pressed to her side, holding her.

“Babes, what does she look like? To you?” 

It was on her lips to question him in return, but his eyes were so bright and alight with joy. Everything about him radiated happiness, from the smile on his face to the fiery magenta not only in his hair, but his scruff. He reached into her lap and put his hand on the book. 

It wasn’t a book. It was a baby. A tiny baby, only a day or two born, with a shock of dark hair tipped in pink. Swaddled and sleeping, the baby was perfect. The taloned hand that Beej used to stroke her head was gentle. 

“Babes?” 

Carmen glanced back up at him. His expression was of reverence, and expectation. 

“What is her name?” he prompted. 

Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. It took her a moment to work it free so she could answer. 

“B-beej,” she stuttered, with dawning realization he’d offered suggestions to name this child. “ . . . any of them. All of them! She’s yours too, she’s ours--you name her--” 

His smile widened at the permission. His pupils became hearts as he pulled the two of them closer, cradling them both. Tears welled in her eyes from this tight circle of family, as she held their baby and he held her. 

“We’ll call her--” 

His voice dipped and was lost and she wanted to hear it. She wanted to know. He’d finished his sentence, though, smiling broadly and even as she opened her mouth to ask for it one more time, to hear it from his lips again, Carmen woke up. 

There were tears on her cheeks. She sniffed and from behind her, Beej stiffened, instantly alert. 

“You okay, babes?” he asked in a low, concerned voice. 

She reached for his arm and threaded her fingers through his as she pulled it over her stomach. 

“Yes,” she replied, as the dream faded away, as they are wont to do. 

fin 

(gold ⭐ to anyone who knows what and why Beej suggested those names . . .)