#ngl one of my favorite concepts for an rp was like. one character was a crime boss and the other was a plucky do-gooder reporter
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i know that mafia romance is cringe or whatever but like. the feedism possibilities...
it's about the unrepentant enjoyment of the good life. and also. fat crime bosses who carry their size as a symbol of power. who are constantly inviting their inner circle to big, lavish family style dinners. and, of course, no one dares refuse the boss's generosity, so everyone's cleaning their plate... and then their next plate too
#feedism.#feedism fic#ngl one of my favorite concepts for an rp was like. one character was a crime boss and the other was a plucky do-gooder reporter#who was infiltrating the boss's inner circle and found out the boss had a big weakness for food. and uh. of course you gotta exploit that#eventually the plan was the plucky reporter was going to secretly try to fatten the boss up with the very flimsy reasoning that#if you're too fat to leave the room you can't do much crime#spoilers you can still totally do crime if you're in a managerial position#and ofc the reporter would slowly be seduced and corrupted by big fat sexy morally bad crime boss. as one does.#the rp never got very far but god we were cooking with that plot idea
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OC Tag Game
Ehehehe thank you for the tag @tiredassmage <3
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Favorite OC:
Oh man...oh how can you ask me to choose my favorite? In all honesty it kind of rotates depending on what game I'm fixated on that most that day/week/month lol. The usual havers-of-my-fixation are Five, Ryn, and Raenor & Wulfwryn (they come as a pair, fight me).
(But, just between you and me goers-of-tumblr, Five and Raenor are pretty tied :P)
Newest OC: I'm not going to count my Ryder from ME:A because I haven't introduced her here yet, so I'd say Roslynd. I wanted to create her in theory for awhile but then I got bit by the agent bug thanks to @tiredassmage and finally actually created her!
Oldest OC (length of time you've had them): As far as some form of their existence in the source material, probably Wulfwryn. I created her waaay back in...oh man...2011/12 when my Lord of the Rings hyperfixation was really sparked. Though I was an early middle schooler at that point, so naturally Wulfwryn was a thirtheenth walker insert and also far less developed and nuanced its a good thing I didn't post in the internet
However, in any iteration, probably Emeldir and Wren. They've been two of my longest standing OC concepts that have kind of bounced from universe to universe from old RP forums, to LOTR, to SWTOR. Though they're very, very different now. Emeldir used to be a wolf shape-shifter and Wren used to be far less of a WLW boss ass bitch.
Emeldir is my oldest SWTOR OC though, he was my first character way back in 20...uh...2015/16 when I first picked the game up.
Meanest OC: See, I'm really bad at making mean characters so I'm not sure xD Wren is probably the one who gives the least fucks and is more likely to put you in your place. She is a Dark Counselor after all, she's got to have an edge to her to succeed.
Softest OC: Raenor my bby boy (affectionate, that's a whole ass 500+ year old elven man). He is absolutely my softest OC who gets dragged into The Plot. He just wants to love Wulfwryn and create his music but instead Things Keep Happening.
Most Aloof/Standoffish: *trying to card through all my OCs, I have too many, especially Dragon Age ones I haven't talked about in awhile). I would say Five, only because that's how he is with basically everyone except Roslynd, Era, and his junior agents in the Cipher Division.
Dumbest (affectionate): This one probably goes to Ien, but I haven't talked about Ien in awhile he's fallen off the radar :') my idiot freckled blueberry smuggler. He's dumb as rocks (by choice).
For OCs I talk about regularly(ish) that has to go to Emeldir. He very book smart, but very young and naive at the start of the class story and very much NOT what you expect from a smuggler's personality and so many times Risha has to keep him from getting scammed because "NO they aren't being nice, they will take your money, no they don't actually need your help."
Smartest OC: Five and/or Ryn no contest. Five is smart as a whip, he needs to be and he's very logic-minded.
Horniest OC: *sigh* V. This woman cannot stop being horny for Judy even when we have plot to do. She's singularly minded, that one.
Ryn is also surprisingly horny but neither she nor I understand why she's attracted to turians, if she's actually attracted to turians at all, or if Garrus just Got Her With That Voice And Personality and the rest just kind of happens. So let me correct myself, she's *VERY* horny for Garrus, I just rarely write it because I don't understand physically why.
OC You'd Bang: *bisexual panic* Ha..ahaha...quite a few of them. Let's see, Five I accidentally projected My Type Of Man onto so definitely him. And also Ryn...very much Ryn, I mean *c'mon* yes Shepard hold me in your buff arms.
OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: Probably Emeldir ngl, he's so nice and chill and really just a quiet guy and by proxy that means I get a token extrovert friend in Rielay. I would love to be friends with Era but I definitely feel like she'd be way cooler than I am IRL.
Tagging... @storyknitter @queen-scribbles and @greyias if you'd like to join!
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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : i am jo ! ! !
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 : she/her. :3
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : my communication sucks on account of a healthy combination of pre-existing ptsd and adhd and some bwain damage. overall, i'd say discord is my favorite form of communication. it's easy to manage and the layout really works for my adhd. tumblr messenger is fine, but i usually forget about it, ngl, because it's in the upper hand corner and just kinda disappears in my forgetful brain.
𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄(𝐒) : rhaenys. i've been meaning to reopen and start writing again on my asoiaf blog zobrietikuni and my general multi-muse blog oraiososta. i am just very busy.
𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 / 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒? : oh, gosh. so i actually started role-playing in email chats with my friends. we were obsessed with avatar the last airbender, so we started role-playing and writing stories together through emails, because we were all long distance. it was great. and the bug stuck. i fell back formally into role-playing hell in 2015 after i saw the force awakens. oof. i'm old. but rhaenys has been a concept character for me since 2014 and i'd been writing for her for quite sometime, but just solo in my own stories and maladaptive daydreams.
��𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒? : both, i suppose. i love paragraph long threads engrossed in detail and lore and plotting, but i also enjoy the simplicity of smaller threads. so, both.
𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒? : both, absolutely both. i love a good plot, but also some of my best relationships and threads formed on this hellsite came from people who just sent me memes.
𝐓𝐈��𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄? : it varies. lately i've been doing writing in the midmorning, but that'll change once my job starts.
𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : the people, the relationships, building my confidence and becoming a stronger, more social person. i feel like i've seen some growth in my personal life because of this place.
𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 : oof. i have so many. there is the obvious, where it's ignoring rules or harassing for thread replies or godmodding or anything along those lines. those annoy me. but i think my biggest rp pet peeve is honestly how mean people can be to each other. we're all here to have fun, and i see so much hate passed through ocs or duplicates or different fcs, etc. we're trying to have fun. let us have fun.
𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓? : i am a whore for all of it.
𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒? : in a lot of ways yes, in a lot of ways no. i like to think rhaenys and i are both empathetic and have a relatively strong drive and moral compass and general family ties. but rhaenys definitely is more ambitious than i am and has a sharper temper. she's also more charming and flirtatious ? ? ? i have no interest in romantic ties in real life, but rhaenys is a very romantic person. i love dogs, but rhaenys doesn't like them. i'm terrified of the ocean and want nothing to do with it, but rhaenys loves it and enjoys the thrill. i love sweet treats, rhaenys does not. rhaenys is an insomniac and i simply cannot relate, i love sleeping and sleep like the dickens. so, yes and know, we're similar but also not much ? ? ?
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : no one. i saw it on the dash and stole it. 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @stormbcrn / @clutchofmuses / @withouthonor / @ironwoven / @azmenka / @west1rosi / @lykosog / @rcsegilded
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HIIII HI HI IM OFFICIALLY CAUGHT UP ON DREAMSTUCK AGAIN HELL YES. GOOD SHIT. ok now bc it is on my mind. i am DYING to know ur classpect thoughts on judt. everybody. handing u a free pass to ramble. u dont have to do all of them bc thats a lot but if u have favorites 👁👁 i am looking
OUGGOHIGIG WELLLL IF U INSIST
ok ok. jack. motherfucking manifold. likeeee cjack drives me insane i hope u know that idk what crack he put into his silly little minecraft rp character but it drives me insane. pages lack their own aspect/concepts related to their aspect right. cjack died so many times but it just NEVER STICKS. he wicks it off like its nothing. he’s miserable yes but nothing will ever give him the relief of dying. ds!jack is going to suffer that same fate. “Those bound to the aspect of Doom are fate's chosen sufferers. At their worst, they are bitter, resentful, and fatalistic.” CAN YOU HEAR MEEEEE!!! I’m so going to lean into the “Fate’s chosen sufferer” thing later on in the story. it’s killing me. cursed to keep living no matter what happens, even if death would be preferable. yeagh
also ummm. witch of breath hannah. channah has had her autonomy taken from her by the egg, by her wings burning and leaving her ground-bound, and breath is all about freedom. i want her to take it back yk. i want her to snatch her freedom from the universe and be able to DO THINGS. ds!hannah is going to be pushed and pulled in a thousand different directions until she snaps. the hand that feeds her is also the one that hits her and she’s going to bite it. i want her to go fucking feral
KNIGHT OF HOPE CPUFFY. HELLO. do u remember is dsmp when eret decided to make a faction against the egg and named it the knights of hope and puffy was one of them. puffy also used to be one of eret’s knights way back in the beginning as well LIKEEE. shes constantly trying to protect people she’s defensive she helps people she pours her entire being into the things she cares about. she’s so knight coded. there’s no other class for her i think. also the fact that it’s always eret who she’s the knight of. something something the unbreakable relationship between the space player and the knight who helped breed the genesis frog and the universe being built from their two hands etc etc. also remember her during the banquet after cfoolish was killed. i think if cpuffy had been allowed to shine during lore more like that she could have either fucked shit up or maybe fixed the entire server ngl. she’s THAT powerful i think. genuinely. she was so determined to make things better and if she’d been allowed to she could have gone down two paths: knocked some sense into everyone and rallied them all against a common enemy (cdream) and gotten rid of the biggest problem on the server, or snapped and set off the nukes herself in a wave of unbridled frustration. a knight of hope is a very powerful thing yk. and if cpuffy couldn’t reach her full potential in dsmp then BY GOD I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN IN DREAMSTUCK.
i feel like it would b a crime if i didn’t talk about. cWilbur. my little prospit dreamer destructive heart player meow meow <3 like u know how he is. he hates himself more than anything. he’s obsessed with himself. he knows he made something beautiful and amazing but also he thinks every single problem ever is his fault. he can’t stand himself. he regrets everything he’s ever done but if he did things differently maybe he wouldn’t be the same person he is now and that thought both elates him and terrifies him. dirk imploded with self hatred, and wilbur EXPLODES with it. he destroys other things with the contradicting force of his own identity. he dies and comes back RIGHT. but also wrong. very wrong. but it’s also the best he’s felt in decades. yk. he’s a walking juxtaposition and that’s so incredibly heart player of him.
ok ok this is getting long so i’m going 2 leave it at them for now. honourable mentions for classpects that drive me crazy go to: csam thief of heart, which makes me want to gnaw on plywood; ctechno prince of rage, because AUGH AIOAUBAIGH AISHkgGHH HRGHNGBGNNHN; cbad prince of blood, because oh my god. ohhhh my goD oh my god; and cponk sylph of mind, because urnghnghn *sounds of me chewing on styrofoam*
#dsmp classpects#dreamstuck#whiskeys word soup#will probably expand on others that drive me batshit up the fucking belfry later#but right now i ammmm. augahgahah#used up all my braincells writing this. they drive me crazy <3
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Name: Keizer Also known as: Age: 300+ yrs Species: Among Us bean Genetics: Hybrid Zilla bean Gender: Male Skin color: Dark green & mint green Hair/fur color(s)[can be split in two categories]: Eye color(s): Golden visor Alignment: Neutral good Height: 7'08" Weight: 400+ lbs Occupation: Ex submarine captain Abilities: Rapid regeneration, atomic fire breath, aura sensing, can breathe underwater, rapid burrowing Strengths: High strength, high defense, immune to parasite infection & illness, high/low temperature tolerant Weaknesses: Subzero temperatures, radiation overdosing Top speed: Land - 20mph, water - 12mph
Description: A custom bean that I didn't actually plan to create, but I slowly grew accustomed to him anyway. :/ I was kinda on the fence about him at first, since he came about from an RP I joined into, and I wanted to use my giant Zilla character, Vaisala, but for some reason kaiju don't "fit in" with the Among Us universe, so he had to be either "beanified" or reintroduced as a parasite to "fit in". (Can you tell I'm still a bit salty about it? :] ) Anyway, a friend drew the concept design for a bean form of Vaisala, and ngl I did kinda like it (I didn't like that it was meant to be Vaisala though), so after a while of internal debating, I accepted Keizer as a separate character based on that design into my roster of characters (half begrudgingly), and gave him an updated design to better fit my liking. I even added a little height chart to more clearly reference his size juxtaposed with a standard crewmate.
Martial status(married, dating, single, etc.): Single Sexual preference(optional[not encouraged]): Straight Personality(optional[not encouraged]): A bit animalistic, mildly intimidating, friendly & helpful when you get to know him Religion(optional[not encouraged]): n/a
Stats(can add up to 40[each stat can have a maximum of 10]) Speed: 3 Agility: 2 Strength: 6 Defense: 5 Evasion: 3 Dexterity: 3 Intelligence: 5 Attack skills: 7
Date of birth: ??? Place of birth: Mira HQ Current residence: A Zilla cavern deep under the ocean
Misc. attributes: Keizer is still able to mate with other beans, though he is infertile due to being such an unorthodox hybrid creature. -Despite being part Zilla and able to use radioactive energy, he is not dangerous to be near in terms of being able to cause radiation poisoning. -Being only a hybrid Zilla, Keizer does not possess the ability to procreate via parthenogenesis like the Zillas. -Unlike the Zillas, Keizer cannot handle the crushing pressure surrounding the undersea cavern, so if he wished to exit, he would need to be ferried in and out by a larger Zilla within their mouth. -Even though Keizer can breathe underwater, he can't speak underwater, but he can emit groans and growls to vocalize with gestures if need be.
Dating or married partner(s): Close friends: Vaisala, Siren Friends: Allies: Zilla colony Neutral(optional): Amethyst, Purl, "Shifter" Rivals: Arch-rival: Enemies: Arch-nemesis:
Family Mother: ??? Father: ??? Other family members: ???
Favorite food: Fish Favorite drink: Tomato juice Hobbies: Raising fish in the piscary cave, gardening Likes: Playing with the babyzillas Dislikes: When any babyzillas try to venture into his submarine base Weapons(optional): Claws, back scutes, fire breath, tail, teeth Clothing(optional): Items(optional): Misc.(optional):
Backstory(optional): Keizer was once a normal crewmate over 300 years ago, and his original color was actually black. He was the captain of a seafaring crew tasked to explore the ocean floors and document any discoveries. His ship was a pretty impressive large submarine that could withstand the crushing pressure of the ocean depths, and even act as a mobile base.
On one of their ventures, the crew caught something peculiar on their radar and followed it down into a deep trench, which led into a cavernous tunnel into the rock wall. The tunnel went so deep through the earth, at least a mile out from the open waters, and then they found light emitting from crystals jutting from the walls. They followed the crystalline tunnel until they came to an opening, where their radar was suddenly filled with massive lifeforms, all motionless except for smaller readings that were moving around. The crew didn't know what they had stumbled upon, but it was a fascinating discovery. They attempted to map out the area while avoiding collisions with the massive lifeforms, finding that the floor of the cavern had thermal vents scattered around keeping the water rather comfortable. They didn't go unnoticed by the smaller lifeforms though, which started investigating the strange giant vehicle, to the unease of the crew, and which they tried to move away from the little creatures, only to be followed regardless. They didn't seem to be aggressive yet, but they pushed the submarine close to a wall while strange vocal sounds were being picked up by the ship's radar.
This got the crew more unnerved as they tried to get away, before the whole lot of lifeforms started moving, and the smaller ones scattered from the vessel as though something spooked them. The radar was suddenly picking up some seismic activity in the area, before the walls started vibrating and the water steadily rose in temperature with the thermal vents expelling hot water into the cavern. The rock walls then began crumbling as a deep bassy growl rumbled throughout the water, threatening to crush the crew's sub if they didn't move to escape. It seemed this area was an underwater volcano, and it was letting off some pressure, which caused the giant lifeforms to stir awake, and notice the intruding submarine… They started to approach it curiously, but it caused the crew to panic and blare the sub's horn to try and scare them away. The creatures were startled by the loud call, only to respond with much louder bellows that rattled the ship and caused systems to malfunction.
The resounding noise caused more of the cavern to crumble, large boulders and chunks of rock falling around the creatures and the submarine, crushing most of the thermal vents and blocking the exiting tunnel. Keizer's crew was now trapped down here with these unknown leviathans, but before long, the gas pressure was building up in the crushed thermal vents, and they started to burst air into the cavern, a cocktail of noxious gases and minerals bleeding into the surrounding water, which only served to make the creatures disoriented and agitated… The crewmates had no idea what to do, other than hope they wouldn't get crushed and die in a volcanic deathtrap.
The leviathans then seemed to move to where the exiting tunnel was, only to find it blocked up by fallen boulders, but they moved to dig into the debris and bore through to reopen the tunnel. This took a few moments, but before long the pressure in the cavern started to drop as they broke through, and water started gushing out from the tunnel like a drain. The noxious air being belched out from the damaged thermal vents was then moving to replace the water towards the top of the cavern, creating an atmospheric pressure that further forced water out of the cavern. Unfortunately for the crew, their ship had gotten trapped on a lip against the wall, and they couldn't move to escape. Even if they did try to make it to the opening, the suction would likely tear their vehicle apart, so it was dawning on them that they could become marooned in this undersea cavern.
Now, crewmates weren't always the brightest creatures, so when that was the first realization, they simply accepted their fate and decided to just hunker down in their mobile base while some of the giant creatures got sucked through the drainage tunnel, but most stayed away from it and let the water get vacuumed out. For the first time in a long time though, they felt the surface of the water that was being replaced by the nauseating gaseous air, thus they all stayed below the surface to keep from getting sick. The water continued to drain out for what felt like hours, and when it started to finally settle, around 50% of the cavern was replaced by toxic air, and Keizer's ship was completely landlocked on the lip. The crew only discovered how not breatheable the outside air was thanks to their submarine's sensors telling so, but now they couldn't even leave the safety of their vessel that kept full of oxygen.
The seismic activity soon ceased as the earth returned to calm, leading to the surrounding leviathans to steadily calm down as well, though they seemed annoyed at half of their water being gone, leaving them much less space to suspend themselves in dispersal throughout the cavern. The crewmates were left distraught, while Keizer was thinking about their situation, knowing they wouldn't be able to live in this submarine forever, especially surrounded by those mystery creatures. They had no way to return to the surface, and even their communications were now cut off. They were completely at the mercy of these leviathans…
Keizer decided to shut down some non-essential systems in the ship to help preserve as much power as possible, to give them as much time as possible to figure out what to do. At least the toxic air was keeping the land sections free of disturbances, but the problem remained of how long the crew was willing to stay trapped in their submarine… It didn't take that long before Keizer decided to try and purify the outside air so they could venture out later; they had such a filtration engine onboard, and he got the crew to start it up. It was connected to the hatch at the top of the ship and started working to suck in the putrid gaseous air to convert it into oxygen. Yes, even back then their technology was pretty advanced, but in this case it was incredibly helpful, albeit it was going to take quite a long time for the outside air to drop to safe levels.
It indeed took many hours for the engine to filter out just a portion of the toxic air, and in that time the crew had taken to sleeping their boredom away, already settling in to their entrapment. And eventually the filter actually managed to purify around 90% of the air, making it safe enough for the crewmates to venture outside, which the only available airlock on the sub was on the bottom, so that was where they went to exit the ship. The air still stank, but it wasn't suffocating anymore, at least not immediately. And in this cavern, the pressure almost felt normal, while the surroundings seemed to reverberate with a bassy rumble from the submerged creatures, as the surface of the water looked very spiky with so many backs hovering at the surface. But once the crewmates could get a good look at the creatures, it was soon clear just how massive they were, and how many there were all clustered together in the remaining water. It made the crew quite nervous to be here, now wondering if they could come onto land when they realized that the air was breatheable…
It took another number of hours before the whole air filled chamber was clear of noxious fumes, at least as long as the filter stayed on, since the thermal vents were constantly bleeding those gases back up, but now it was only a matter of time until the leviathans noticed the purified air and decided to explore the new dry land sections of their cavern… It didn't take too long for that to happen, as the crewmates were using their nifty devices to synthesize materials to help them survive here, such as containers and growbeds to cultivate plant foods, but then they saw some of the smaller creatures peeking out of the water with somewhat purile chirping and trilling. They would have been cute if they could be deemed safe, but they were only making the crewmates nervous, even more so when some of them started climbing up onto the land. They were a bit shaky on their legs, but they looked more built for terrestrial life already. Now that was curious.
The crewmates opted to create defensive structures to deter the creatures from getting too curious of them, such as a barrier of large spikes surrounding the submarine. This actually worked against the small creatures, which looked like theropod dinosaurs with exceptionally long arms tipped with sharp claws, and it allowed the crew to try to ignore their curious behaviors for a while. Until they learned that these creatures could burrow, then their defensive structures were virtually useless when the theropods could just dig underneath them. Soon enough the crewmates were now trapped within the barrier with the small creatures, though they were very much still bigger than the beans, and the creatures proceeded to strike at the crewmates with purile shrieks. The crewmates had no defense against these beasts other than to run, retreating into the submarine for safety, though a few beans were caught and pulled away. They were swiftly killed by being ripped apart and devoured by the creatures, granting them the taste for blood as they tried to follow the crewmates in through the airlock hatch, but the bulkhead door was locked shut to keep them out. The space was too cramped to allow them to move about in there, so they pulled back out and stalked around the hull of the submarine looking for other openings.
Thankfully they weren't able to claw through the solid metal hull, so the remaining crewmates were safe for now. Unfortunately, the crew was now quite shaken that it wasn't safe to go outside with those monsters, and Keizer was the one who had to try to calm them down. They slowly settled down with visible anxiety, only for it to flare up again when the ship's alarm sprang to life, warning of hull damage… The crewmates fearfully went to see what was happening, only to watch a section of the hull melting away from some kind of acid corrosion, and those theropod monsters stalked inside once the hole was large enough. The creatures saw the crewmates up through the glass flooring where a smaller submersible was held suspended, and barked wanting to get them. It wasn't long before they noticed the ladder down the hallway, and moved to it to get to their prey. They didn't just know that they'd get to the other floor using that, but they saw the opening where the ladder led up to, and figured they could climb up to get their food. It was honestly a fun way to hunt for them, and terrifying for the crewmates of course.
Keizer ushered his crew into the bridge of the ship and shut the bulkhead once they were all inside, keeping them safe for the time being as the creatures breached the upper floor with scary growls and brays. There wasn't anything the crew could do against them, and looking out of the large viewing window revealed that the whole submarine was pretty well surrounded by the little monsters, preventing any escape. The sound of scratching on the door made the crewmates just crumple into balls of fear, trying to hide in whatever small spaces there were, praying their predators would just decide to go away… That didn't happen, but the creatures did seem to become distracted by some of the things in the ship, such as biting at the alarm lights with a yelp since they got shocked upon doing that, but it wasn't enough to dissuade them from being here. When Keizer was trying to think of what to do, he saw a fabricator machine on the wall and got an idea, quickly going over to it to open up the repertoire library, and soon found that it could make a gas grenade. That should be useful, thus he put in the ingredients to make it and proceeded to synthesize a handful of grenades, giving one to each of the crewmates for defense, hopefully it would ward off the creatures. Keizer then ushered his crew to climb up through the hatch at the top of the sub, before then going to unlock the bulkhead and let the monsters make their way into the bridge.
As they heard the latch opening up, the dinosaurian creatures pushed the door open only to have the room fill up with a tranquilizing gas that spilled out into the rest of the ship, quickly rendering the creatures unconscious while the crewmates stood cornered atop their submarine. Some of the members were starting to question why they were still trying to survive when they had nowhere else to go from here, seeing a few adults eyeing them from the water now, and Keizer didn't have an answer. They were trapped until the small ones figured out how to reach them, which may be soon based on how smart they seemed to be so far… Unfortunately, the crew ran out of luck as one of the adult leviathans moved to approach the submarine with a guttural rumble, pressing a heavy foot upon the ground to tower over the stranded crewmates in a nightmarish manner, before it then widened its jaws and blew a stream of blue fire out at the tiny crewmates, sending them all plummeting to the ground where the small ones could easily catch them…
Keizer managed to avoid the direct blast and landed on another crewmate upon hitting the ground, which spared him from crippling fall damage, but now the smaller monsters moved in on them with dangerous growls and hisses. Keizer moved to dodge the snapping jaws of one of the creatures and stumbled into a hole in the rock wall, while the rest of his crew were left to be chased down and slain by the beasts. There was nothing he could do for them, but when some more predatory figures approached the hole that hid him, in a panic he threw his gas grenade to the ground and filled the small area with tranquilizer, holding his breath as the creatures fell unconscious in seconds. He couldn't hold his breath for long with how scared he was, but a quick last ditch idea came to his mind, and he pulled out a syringe from his backpack, only to go up to one of the theropods. The idea was a crazy and unorthodox one, but maybe it could work to save himself. He hastily took the blood of a green creature while the gas kept any other creatures from getting too close, and then proceeded to simply hide within the hole as far back as it would go, hoping his black body would blend in well enough to the darkness while he tried to fan the gas away from himself with his hand so he could breathe without knocking himself out.
The gas didn't stay for too long once the grenade was empty, and as the creatures saw that there was no more food here, they abandoned the submarine to go back to the water, leaving none of the crew alive, aside from Keizer. They didn't think to check the hole again, leaving him in there to his traumatized lonesome… Keizer was left alone from then on from the unaware creatures, he not daring to make himself known until he had a plan. He had no other choice now, staring at the syringe in his hand, wondering what this blood would do to him, if he… In his disgruntled state of mind, he simply injected the creature's blood into his own body, not knowing what it would do or if it would be helpful at all, but there was nothing else to try. He wanted to survive, and there was no way to do that as a single crewmate in a cave full of monsters… At first nothing seemed to happen, and for a while nothing happened, other than Keizer felt a little sickened at what he'd just done to himself, but any pain or weariness was chalked up to the overwhelming stress. From which he simply started to cry quietly in his dark hidey hole, just needing to release his built up inner turmoil of all that just happened…
After a while, the tranquilized creatures started to wake up from the gas, and groggily moved themselves away from their spots to head back to the water, the ones coming out of the submarine as well, while Keizer ended up falling asleep in the hovel, still nothing happening to him from the blood injection. He stayed in there for hours just resting, though his subconscious was tormented with bad dreams, replaying the horror of his crew just being hunted down and killed off with no mercy, he couldn't help but cry more in his sleep… When he woke up some hours later, he just didn't have the will to move in spite of how sore his body was of laying on the hard ground, not like he could go anywhere anyway, but he did shift some to check his body to see if anything changed. There were no changes that he could see, he was still black, his hands still had normal fingers, no extra growths… If that blood injection was just a pipe dream of an idea, then he'd have no choice but to accept his fate and join his crew in death, he could only hope that it wasn't in vain, and before any of those beasts found him here and killed him anyway.
Another few hours of laying there, Keizer finally couldn't stand it anymore and pushed himself up, feeling his muscles a bit tight and stiff. The air was still breatheable, thus the black bean nervously paced over to the mouth of the hole and peered out to see if any creatures were going about. They all seemed to be asleep, or not paying any attention to his area, thus Keizer silently moved to sneak over to the submarine to get inside and hopefully be more safe in there. Thank god the place was empty of those creatures now, but the gaping hole burned through the hull was not something Keizer wished was there. All he could do now was try so hard not to attract any attention to the submarine…
With luck, some time passed with the stranded vehicle not gaining any attention from the dinosaurian creatures, as Keizer tried to live somewhat normally again, albeit all alone and silent as possible. He managed to bring the growbeds in from outside when no creatures were near enough to notice him, using a synthesizer gun to dematerialize and rematerialize them inside the submarine so he could have food in the safety of his vessel, growing fruit bearing plants that didn't need sunlight. The growbeds were incredibly built to infuse the soil with uv radiation so that plants could grow even in darkness, and be basically parthenogenic so they would always bear fruits. This would keep Keizer alive as long as he wanted, and thankfully for him the creatures didn't seem interested in his ship anymore, so he could find ways to occupy himself in his solitude.
Before a few days had gone by, and Keizer was starting to feel uneasy internally, like his guts were cramping up and shifting around, it felt so disturbing. Maybe that blood injection was doing something to him, but it did not feel nice, making him regret doing that now that he wasn't so disorientated by fear and stress, but now there was nothing he could do about it but endure whatever was happening to him. Another day going by led to more discomfort in Keizer's body, as his skin started turning from black to dark green, to little of his notice, and his visor had gained a dull golden glow. Finally some metamorphosis was happening to the surviving crewmate. And one change that was noticed was that his fingers now bared sharp claws, small as they were, but they were growing as time went on, and it wasn't painless. Just as well his body seemed to be gaining strength, which was difficult for him to control, keeping Keizer in a state of disorientation, thus he chose to lay in bed until he could tell when the process was winding down. In the meantime, all he could do was focus on his breathing and try to keep track of his changes, admittedly nervous the whole time, but brave enough not to panic.
He couldn't even sleep with how off he felt, wishing the pain and discomfort would end already as his claws grew larger and more robust, his hide turning completely dark green with a mint green belly, and his visor turning completely golden. With that though, his vision seemed to become enhanced so he could see more clearly in the dark, and his hearing too was more acute, able to hear the vocals of the creatures outside. He could even start to percieve what they sounded like, as Keizer laid still to reduce the discomfort as much as possible, and he tried to focus on the creatures. Maybe he could start to understand them?
Not yet, they still just sounded like skulking monsters to the traumatized crewmate; it would be a while before he forgave them for wiping out his whole crew. By the time he was able to fall asleep, his body was changing more and growing hard plates along his back, as well as a tail forming from his behind. Keizer just wanted to ignore the metamorphosis with sleep, but it felt like he could barely get to the point where his mind could even try to develop shallow dreams, let alone actually let him rest, as pangs of pain kept jolting his conscious. He was slightly getting used to it though, taking to laying on his sides and belly while his back was so sore from the new growths, he even tried to ignore how hungry he was getting. This of course he couldn't ignore for too long though, it only made his pains worse, and it was one thing he could do something about at least, so reluctantly he pushed himself up and went to get himself some fruits from his growbeds. Going through the doorway was what made him notice how much smaller it seemed, though he didn't linger on it as he figured it was just his senses being disoriented. He got his food and simply went back to bed to let his transformation continue on until it was done, but indeed his body had been growing in size as well, with claws sprouting from his feet, his tail growing longer, and even a jagged mouth forming across his chest similar to impostors, but he didn't have their anatomy. Keizer soon started to feel a little better with the helping of food, and only afterwards did he notice his large mouth full of sharp teeth, which did startle him once he realized its existence. The thought that he was just an impostor sparked in his mind, if those creatures were a kind of impostor, but on second thought, why would they be impostors if they looked nothing like crewmates? That made no sense, impostor meant mimic, so they couldn't be called that. Well, not like mouths were exclusive to those alien lifeforms in any case.
For a little while, Keizer took up some curiosity with his new mouth to distract himself from the discomfort of the rest of his body growths, feeling his sharp teeth and his spear-shaped tongue, especially how they felt against his stout claws, now starting to examine his new features. Even his voice had changed to a deeper and more monstrous tone, but he still didn't want to make any noise for fear of attracting those theropods to him again. He did want to practice a little, thus he moved to shut the doors in the bridge to keep any sounds he made blocked in, and he started vocalizing making growling sounds and deep groans, trying to imitate the creatures outside. At that point, it almost felt natural to make those vocals, like speaking in a language that just came with this body. He wasn't quite done changing yet, but he figured it was finally winding down when he could start moving around again without so much pain, and he started messing with his new tail as well, trying to move it as a new limb, which was easier than he thought, again like his new body just knew how to handle itself, though it was still fascinating to the bean.
Another day passing, and Keizer was finally able to wake up from a nap feeling much better, though he now noticed how much smaller his bed looked around him. It still fit his body since it was a fairly large bed to begin with, but he was definitely much bigger in size than before. He started to shift around and examine his body more now that he figured his transformation was finally complete, seeing large bluish scutes running down his back and down his tail, which was quite long and stout now, and he flexed it to test how prehensile it was. He continued to check out his new body as he sat up, trying to be careful of his now sharp edges on his hands and feet and back, even his hide felt more coarse and thick, but still fleshy. Keizer soon decided to get up to see how he stood, finding that he could stand straight, but now it felt more comfortable to hunch over a bit, especially to fit himself through the now comparitively smaller doorway that he just managed to fit through. This submarine almost didn't seem like it was really fitted to crewmate sizes, being much larger than they would have really needed, but now the ex captain was thankful it was so big.
He decided to go over to the growbeds and test his strength, moving to pick up one of them almost easily now, before setting it back down, making curious noises in his new rough voice. Even four crewmates would have had difficulty lifting that, but he now found it rather light. He then moved to scale down the ladder to the lower deck, finding that his feet barely fit into the deep steps now, but thankfully they still fit enough for him to keep his footing, and he paced over to the large hole in the side of the hull, only to peek out into the expansive cavern. The adults were still in the water, while the youngsters were more everywhere. By now, Keizer could better understand their noises, and discovered that those size disparities were growth stages, so the small ones were babies and the big ones were adults, which made sense, but wow were their size differences truly massive… He remained in the safety of his submarine as he started looking around at the cavern with more interest, after all he was trapped in here now for who knew how long, so he might as well get used to it. He started to see just how much of the walls were covered in glowing crystals, and he started to notice how strangely comfortable the atmosphere felt, like there was some energy all around that even made him feel a little more calm.
Before long, his scent caught the attention of a nearby creature, who moved to approach the vessel. It was the same green one that Keizer took the blood of, but when Keizer noticed it approaching, he let out a warning growl that made it pause with a confused noise. He didn't want any of those monsters getting close, thus he snarled and shot a blast of fire at the creature to scare it away, succeeding as the green theropod scrambled away to the water with a yelp, but it also drew the attention of other youngsters. Keizer pulled back as his fear flared up realizing that he was making too much noise, not even having time to be curious that he just breathed fire. When he peeked out from the hole again, he growled more seeing some creatures gathered around, but they kept back from his aggressive vocals. They seemed to show submission as they stepped back, but they also looked curious of him since he now carried their scent. This fact did not immediately come to Keizer's mind, he was still traumatized by them after all.
This hostility went on for a while between Keizer and the leviathans, but they didn't try to mess with him, much to his satisfaction, and he kept to his own space in the submarine in the time it took him to fully get used to this new body of his, while the leviathans stayed outside. Eventually he learned through listening to their communicative noises that they referred to themselves as kaiju known as Zillas, though he still wasn't interested in interacting with them. But after some days that seemed like weeks, Keizer felt comfortable enough to come outside, though he stayed near his ship within the barrier of large spikes, and worked to fill in the holes that the babyzillas made to burrow underneath the spikes, to try and keep them out. The Zillas just watched him with curiosity, being warded away when any got too close. They were quickly learning that they weren't allowed near that vehicle, and that Keizer wasn't going to share anything of his with them…
Another few days went by, and the babyzillas were still curious of the new entity in their cavern, while Keizer was getting comfortable with them not bothering him at all. He even took to building himself a little bonfire next to the ship, keeping a watchful glare on any of the onlookers, who continued to watch him back whenever he did things outside. They didn't seem hostile anymore now that Keizer smelled like them, but he was still grieving for the loss of his crew. He growled when one babyzilla approached the spike barrier, crouched down submissively while holding some fish in its mouth. The same green one paused just outside of the barrier, nervous that Keizer might shoot fire at it again, before chucking the fish over the spikes to Keizer and then turning to run away. Did that babyzilla just give Keizer a peace offering? Keizer just leered at the flopping fish for a moment before looking up at the green Zilla with a scowl, suspicious of what it just did, while the other babyzillas almost looked expectant now. He almost started to lift some resentment from the gesture, before looking back to his fire with a curt snort as he ignored the fish, still unforgiving of them for what they did. Of course, the babyzillas weren't sentimental enough to understand why he was being so spiteful, but soon they drooped seeing that their peace offering was rejected, and just continued to leave Keizer alone…
Keizer stared into the fire for a while, only feeling his emotional pains bubbling up again from that little show of hospitality, but it wasn't from something he wished for. He couldn't help the tears that welled up at the edges of his visor, missing the companionship of his crew, but it was like he could still feel them around as spirits. Maybe they were still with him, but he had no way to communicate with them, so he was just left to his lonesome surrounded by monsters… The babyzillas almost seemed to sense his sorrow, which only made them more curious about Keizer, since they'd never sensed such emotions from another creature before. Keizer soon couldn't stand them all watching him and decided to put out his fire before pacing inside the submarine. He went up to the bridge and cloaked the viewing window black so nothing could be looked at from the outside or the inside; he didn't want to see them and he didn't want them seeing him. The depressed Zilla bean then just moped on his bed with tears still trailing down his face, his tail curled around as he just cried quietly to himself…
Even though the babyzillas couldn't see Keizer in his ship, they could still sense his energy, and it made them a bit somber in kind, but they didn't know what to do about it. They didn't even know what the listless feeling they were feeling even was, but it sure didn't feel good. It took another while before Keizer calmed down in his room, deciding to spend some time writing information about the Zillas in his notebooks. As resentful as he was towards them at the moment, he withheld too many negative personal comments as he described them, as if he still intended to somehow get this data back to his HQ eventually. He wrote down their appearances, their vocal noises, their behaviors, and their alledged diet, as well as the cavern itself and how he got trapped here, even what he did to himself for the sake of avoiding predation. He described his transformation on another page, detailing the pain and discomfort, but also what his new body could do, at least as much as he was aware of. For a while he wrote, and it seemed to help calm him down further and start to understand the Zillas, despite his grudge.
Soon, Keizer was done with documenting for now. He put his notebook away before feeling a slight tremor from outside, prompting him to uncloak the viewing window to see an adult Zilla half stepped onto the land, pulling its attention to the inside of the sub becoming visible with a low groan from it. Keizer snarled in just as much surprise, before he let out a screech to make it go away, to which the adult Zilla pulled back some with a deep guttural rumble in reply, only to get startled more when Keizer blared the submarine's horn to make it back off. The Zilla jumped back into the water with a strident bark, before giving an abrasive shriek right back that echoed throughout the cavern and roused the other Zillas, who rose deep bassy growls in response. This only made Keizer anxious as he saw the youngsters run away as well, but thankfully the adult decided not to cause another scene. The hybrid bean then turned to go down and exit the sub to see off any loiterers, but he spotted a glowing crystal placed on the floor in front of the exiting hole, which made him pause for a moment in wonder. He moved to pace over to it after a few seconds, looking out to see most of the babyzillas were scared away, but one was actually inside of the spike barrier near the back of the ship, dipped down nervously. When Keizer spotted it and growled ruefully, the green youngster gave a little whine and tried to slink away towards the barrier, trying to get out through the spikes, but it quickly got stuck with a few whimpers as it got cut up on the sharp points.
Keizer just watched it trying to get out through the barrier, seeing that it would be effective in stopping them if they tried to actually go through it, but then, why was this one actually trying to go through it? Couldn't it just burrow under the spikes like they did before? Keizer soon stopped growling as he saw the creature's blood dribbling down the spikes as it tried to wriggle free, casting a glance back at him as if hoping he would have mercy… He and the babyzilla stared at each other for a moment, before he looked back down at the crystal at his feet with some thought. Was this another peace offering attempt? The babyzilla's pained whimpers caught his attention again as a few other babies cautiously paced over with concerned trills, and it managed to tug enough at the hybrid bean's sympathy to urge him to pace over to the stuck youngster. His approach though made the babyzillas nervous since he was so abrasive to them, and the green youngster only gave itself more wounds as it tried to wriggle itself free towards the outer side of the barrier. Keizer let out a low growl telling it to stop struggling, which it froze up to as it looked back at him with a nervous gaze, unsure of what he was going to do. The youngsters assumed he was dangerous if they weren't careful, so they let out wary hisses as they stepped back, growing more-so when Keizer pulled out his synthesizer gun and pointed it at the green Zilla, only when he fired, it casted a laser upon the cluster of spikes and they started dematerializing in seconds, soon freeing the injured child and letting it run away, but it didn't get too far before pausing to look back at him. Keizer just leered right back as though he was conflicted for saving it, before he just gave a short grunt telling them to stay out before he shot his gun again and rematierialized the spikes in place, before turning back to his ship. The babies were just as well confused, while the green one tried to tend to its wounds while watching Keizer. It seemed like they wanted to induct him into the colony, but they didn't know why he was as reserved against them as he was. For all they knew, he wasn't the last remaining crewmate that they failed to kill, all they saw was him in his current form just start appearing from the submarine after their whole hunting party, and no members of their own scent were nearly as reluctant to join the colony, so they just learned Keizer's boundaries and kept trying to make peace with him, regardless of how unforgiving he was to them.
More days went by as the babyzillas kept trying to befriend the hybrid bean, with their attempts failing everytime due to Keizer's grudge, and it was starting to dissuade them from persisting. They even tried communicating with him to understand his xenophobic resentment, but the foreigner wouldn't spare them any information. They still weren't inclined to remove him from their cavern despite his abrasion towards them, but especially the green babyzilla wished to learn about Keizer and see what the world he came from was like, after all his submarine wasn't of natural creation, so perhaps Keizer himself came from somewhere unknown to the Zillas.
While Keizer was out checking the spike barrier, the green Zilla noticed him staring at a bone on the ground with an almost painful gaze, making it curious of what was going through his mind. At least Keizer took more to ignoring them rather than glaring at them, but the green one was starting to wonder what significance the bone had, before it glanced around inside the barrier to spot more bones laying around; the bones of the crewmates that they had killed. Why was Keizer so fixated on them, it wondered? It watched him curl his tail around almost sadly for just a moment, before he turned to go back into his beached vehicle, and the babyzilla started to wonder if doing something with those bones would yield any new reactions from the hybrid bean. As wary as it was to intrude on Keizer's land again, it wondered if it could sneak through and collect the bones…
The other babyzillas watched the green one burrow under the spike barrier to get into Keizer's land while he was unaware, and it moved about searching for the bones that were scattered around. They still had old blood and dried bits of flesh on them, but the youngster picked up each one it found carrying them in its arms, before Keizer started to sense its presence from inside the submarine. He also heard the other babies trilling and grumbling in a nervous tone from outside, and went to check if they were bothering him again, only seeing the dark colored ones still hovering around outside of the barrier, which made him scowl at them in warning. But when he glanced around the grounds, he snarled spotting the green one near the rear of the ship, and gave a strident bark to it saying "I thought I told you to stay out!" He then moved to pace over to it as it whimpered to him, making the other babyzillas hiss and bray uneasily as they watched in between the spikes. The green Zilla then dropped the bones with a scared chitter as it stepped backwards from Keizer, who paused seeing the bones while the babyzilla started to dig into the ground, but it too paused noticing the hybrid's reaction. Keizer only glowered more in anger that the monster dared to touch those bones again, making the child more distressed, even as Keizer growled darkly basically damning it and the rest of them for killing his crewmates. The young Zilla just whined seeing blue vapor spilling out from Keizer's mouth as he stepped towards it looking like he was about to kill it in revenge, but he paused again as the babyzilla hastily moved a couple of bones into the hole. Neither of them knew exactly what it was doing, but seeing that Keizer was now watching its movements, restraining himself so tenuously, the green theropod wondered if Keizer actually accepted that… It continued to warble fearfully as it moved more bones into the hole keeping its golden eyes fixed on him, and soon enough all bones found within the spike barrier were collected in the hole. Keizer's glare seemed to project a mix of emotions while watching, which the babyzilla sensed pretty easily, but it also noticed him starting to breathe more heavily as more blue vapor huffed from his mouth, like he was just holding his fire breath down, only just… The youngster barely got enough time to let out a meek chirp before Keizer simply snapped and blasted a stream of blazing fire at the young monster, scorching it as it scrambled away with an alarmed cry, making the other babyzillas cry out in kind, but Keizer kept the fire going after it until it ran all the way to the edge of the spikes. He just roared the iconic bellow of the Zilla species with such pain that even the adults in the water turned their attention to his direction. And once he was out of breath, he just leered at the ground panting roughly with tears pooled at the edges of his visor, standing in place for a few moments as he let his inner turmoil swirl inside of him that prevented him from moving. He couldn't believe that that monster had the gall to trespass against his consent and try to make such a crude apology gesture. It probably wasn't even that, it probably was just trying to escape, but noticed that he paused and let it try to appease him again. Why did they keep trying? Why wouldn't they just leave him alone…?
Most of the other youngsters decided to turn away and go back to the water, virtually repelled by Keizer's grief, while the green one stayed in its spot next to the barrier slowly recovering from its burns, and it watched the depressed hybrid finally move to turn around and face the hole of bones, his tail laid limp across the ground while his clawed hands hung by his sides. Keizer then just dropped to his hands and knees before the hole, crying in his rough and raspy voice that made the green babyzilla tilt its head with some sympathy, wondering why he was so affected by that gesture… Did Keizer have some connection with those colorful beans that the babyzillas ruined? The green child dipped its head in some thought, listening to the cries of Keizer from its spot, as if he didn't even care that it was still trespassing at the moment, and it started to get that upset feeling again. It didn't know if it did a good thing or a bad thing. Would this make Keizer hate them even more? Or would he appreciate it finally?
Keizer remained in his distressed state for a long while, while the green Zilla decided to move to the hole it'd dug to get in here, casting another glance at Keizer almost with some pity, before then descending into the burrow to get out of the spike barrier, and it headed back to the water to collect some fish. Eventually, Keizer finally calmed down enough to recollect his thoughts and emotions, and groggily got back to his feet only to move the dug up dirt back into the hole with his tail, burying the bones that would help ease his conscious. His gaze was still quite pained, but maybe he could pretend that the green babyzilla meant to do this. Maybe it would help him get on the path to forgiving them in the future. After all, he couldn't really leave this cavern, and he wasn't going to just give up living because he was alone.
He was still watched by a few babyzillas as he turned to head back into his submarine base, but before he stepped inside, he glanced over to the spike barrier seeing a couple of fish and a glowing crystal get tossed over from the green babyzilla, who gave a few sheepish chirps and trills. To which Keizer just stared at the peace offering for a number of seconds, his mind really not stable enough to react much more, before he just turned away and paced up to his room in the ship, leaving the items there yet again, and yet again to the young Zilla's dismay. He just needed to sleep for now, feeling so tired after that outburst that all he needed right now was rest to recover his energy…
The babyzillas decided to leave Keizer well alone for a while now since his episode, their will to interact with him deminishing with all of their attempts continually failing, and just accept him as his own space in the cavern that didn't welcome them. He was only one small entity after all, so it wasn't like he was any competition for their resources, as was the only inclination predators had to exile something from their territory. And all that time, Keizer refused to come outside again while he grieved, still pondering on what the green babyzilla had done with the bones of his crew… It was unlikely that it actually was sentimental enough to consider burying those dead members out of respect, it was an animal. But… It did seem to be quite intelligent for an animal. Maybe it could be capable of some degree of sentience, maybe it could be taught what the meaning of grieving was… When Keizer calmed down some after a few days time, he wondered if he could get the attention of that green one; it seemed to be the only one trying harder to win over his forgiveness. Keizer was still feeling reluctant to finally respond to their efforts, but the burdened feeling of depression was starting to wear on his mind, and they were just animals to be fair… At least his crew wasn't just killed because they existed like impostors tended to do, they did provide some food to the babyzillas, Keizer supposed…
Keizer took some more time to mull over his decisions and weigh his options, gazing out from the large viewing window in his submarine seeing all the adult Zillas just lazing around in the water while the babies wandered around playing with each other. They didn't seem like aggressive creatures when there was no new stimuli for them to entertain themselves with, in spite of how malicious that sounded in Keizer's mind, but this was still these Zillas' home after all… It was all just starting to make Keizer feel bad about himself, now that he started to consider the Zillas' perspective of his situation… His crew were the intruders, and the babyzillas were, well, children. Of course they'd jump at the opportunity to practice their predatory nature whenever they could. But that didn't mean it didn't still hurt when the crewmates meant no harm…
After another few hours, Keizer felt it was time to talk to the residents of the cavern, or at least the one that was trying the most to reach out to him. He spotted the green babyzilla amongst the dark ones, and went down to step outside of his ship. He walked over to the spike barrier, letting the nearby babies notice him with apprehensive leers and noises, but Keizer focused on the green one. When it came close enough, he let out a beckoning grunt at it, gaining its attention and getting it to cautiously pace close. Keizer just downcasted his gaze seeing how nervous the youngsters were of him, before he took out his fabricator gun and shot at a portion of the spikes to dematerialize them, which slightly spooked the babyzillas. They then looked a bit curious seeing the gap in the barrier, before Keizer ushered the green one to come through, which it hesitently did, a bit nervous of what Keizer wanted with it, since this was the first time he was willingly interacting with them without any hostility, granted the portion of spikes was rematerialized once the green child was inside the barrier. Keizer was still reserved against any more than one entering his grounds for now, he only wanted to communicate with one as of yet; this one seemed a bit different aside from just its colors.
Keizer turned back towards his ship as he grunted ushering the green baby to follow him, which it did with a more curious gaze, giving him a trill questioning what he wanted, to which Keizer sighed deeply for a moment, before admitting through a guttural grumble that he finally wished to communicate with them. To this, the green babyzilla looked to perk up some hearing that the Zilla bean was finally relenting in his resentment, though it was still a bit cautious since Keizer had been so spiteful for so long and they didn't quite know why. When Keizer led the youngster into the submarine and up to the second floor where they could be more comfortable, he sat on the floor with a light grunt, followed suit by the other theropod, and they began their communications. Keizer began by apologizing for his abrasive attitude towards them all, explaining that he was very sad for his crew being killed, which the babyzilla was puzzled by, before it responded with a trill admitting that it wondered what connection he had with them, and questioning what a "crew" was. Heh, of course it wouldn't know… Keizer then proceeded to explain what he really was, which piqued the curiosity of the youngster as it listened, steadily settling down in the hybrid bean's presence, and it grew more interested in learning all of what Keizer told; what crewmates were, where they came from, what they were doing at the bottom of the ocean, and that Keizer was in fact one of those beans that the other babyzillas hunted down. That did make the young one feel a bit sorry for Keizer, but it felt slightly better when he admitted that he already figured why they predated on the beans. It was still painful, but he couldn't really hold it against them for just trying to survive. The babyzilla gave a sympathetic trill, before questioning then how Keizer made himself turn into a Zilla like them, to which the hybrid tensed slightly before admitting that he took the green youngster's blood and injected it into himself, to which the child surprisingly looked more curious rather than appalled. In which case, Keizer was rather relieved that it was just an animal rather than a person who would have been practically offended that he did such a thing, but this babyzilla didn't seem to really care at all, rather accepting that Keizer was more or less one of them now, and that was all that mattered… Somehow, this seemed to help Keizer feel more accepted despite the youngster now knowing that he was probably going to be devoured along with the rest of his crew if he didn't manage to evade the brood that month ago, and the child seemed to feel a bit bad about that as well now that it got to properly meet Keizer and hear his story, like it was easier to form a bond while it was most willing to learn and able to really befriend him. Maybe they could have befriended the other crewmates if given more time to let the two species coexist…
Outside with the other babyzillas, they all seemed to settle down as they sensed their sibling feeling fine in the ship, assuming that nothing bad was happening to it while the time passed by, but they continued to keep their distance from the spike barrier since they assumed that Keizer still didn't want them near the submarine, so they just waited for their broodmate to reappear, hopefully in good condition. Keizer and the green babyzilla continued to chat for at least an hour, getting the consolations done with easily enough, and it led to other learning topics about each other, Keizer learning that the green one was a male called Vaisala, which Keizer gave his own name in return. Keizer also learned that despite having a terrestrial anatomy, the Zillas could live in water just as well, even able to breathe underwater, though they couldn't breathe fire underwater, understandably. It made Keizer a bit nervous to try breathing underwater since just a small amount in his lungs would drown him, but maybe being a Zilla granted him a new adapted anatomy for water dwelling. That didn't mean he knew how to use it though. Or, maybe he did? After all his body seemed to just know how to use his new anatomy already, so maybe he would actually know how to breathe underwater. For now, Keizer just wanted to try to recover from his depression as he felt comfortable, which Vaisala was content with now that Keizer was finally willing to be friendly with the other Zillas, though it wouldn't be quite that fast, Keizer informed. Getting over grief would still take a while yet, this was just the first step to forgiveness, which Vaisala was willing to wait for. After all, there wasn't much else to do in this cavern until they were big enough to safely exit into the deepsea trench, where only the adults were resilient enough to withstand the crushing depth pressure; it gave them more time to get to know each other in any case.
From this time on, Keizer efforted to accept the Zillas and put the death of his crew behind him, for the sake of his happiness and the other Zillas feeling more comfortable with him, helped with Vaisala telling them what Keizer's problem was, to which they all slowly warmed up to as time went on. Of course a lot of them weren't quite as sympathetic, but they agreed to put that hunting event behind them for Keizer's sake as well. Keizer also got them to agree not to hunt crewmates if ever any more managed to make their way into or near this cavern, and instead bring them to him as a sort of ambassador. After all, he was still a crewmate at heart, and he didn't want any others going through what he did. Of course he didn't have his hopes the highest for the darker Zillas, as they seemed to be more feral than Vaisala, thus they were more probable to kill intruders anyway, especially if they showed aggression to the Zillas, and which he told himself that at least it was better they all die than a few living to suffer the grief, and if that was the case, he didn't want to acknowledge it…
Eventually Keizer grew out of his resentment for the Zillas when he became too tired to hold onto it any longer, finally letting those separation wounds heal, which took a couple of months. During which, he started interacting more with the other babyzillas to learn how they spent their childhood, and likewise with the adults, he learned how they spent their time, which seemed to be pretty sedentary since there wasn't much to do in the cavern. They typically just went out into the open ocean to relieve their boredom, staying within the depths to avoid detection by any surface walkers that might cause them trouble. That seemed to be another note for Keizer as to why the Zillas were initially inclined to kill intruders, not just for predation, but they were wary of what intruders might be from the surface world and may mean them harm. Keizer more easily understood that bias, since crewmates did the same thing with impostors, granted impostors usually were malicious, while the Zillas were just trying to survive. He supposed he could apply that perspective to impostors now that he thought about it, sometimes impostors were the ones on the recieving end of crewmate aggression, which made them more similar to the Zillas, but aforementioned they were usually the aggressors… Well, regardless of which side was in the wrong, both were vying for survival, and blaming the one who started it was starting to sound rather petty; it just served to perpetuate misunderstanding and mistrust…
Regardless, Keizer steadily regained his happiness as he spent more time with the Zillas, finally learning how he could breathe underwater, and becoming fully integrated into the colony, though he always kept to his submarine base as his own familiar home grounds, where he continued to document his discoveries. He found that he couldn't remember the last time he felt hungry even if he didn't eat anything for a few days at a time, maybe something to do with the cavern, or the crystals in particular. They did feel somewhat radiant more than just light-emitting, and as long as he kept his air purifier going to keep the noxious gases from the thermal vents under the water under control and kept the air breatheable, this cavern would be pretty comfortable to live in for as long as he bothered to keep track of. He even dematerialized the spike barrier after he came to trust the Zillas well enough, they still weren't allowed inside the submarine unless he permitted them access, but they could come close if they wished for whatever reason, and Vaisala was pretty much the only one who was allowed to get close to the hybrid bean more frequently since he was the blood doner to Keizer, so he felt more attached to him than any of the others. Vaisala pretty much became Keizer's closest friend out of the colony, being the one who would communicate with him most often, which grew their bond over time, and Keizer grew more comfortable with his new Zilla lifestyle, finally accepting the peace offerings and sharing quality time with the youngsters, mainly since they were his own size, while the adults were more just there to talk to, which Keizer informed them of the surface world in an attempt to get them to have more of an open mind about outsiders. It was actually somewhat simple since they didn't really have any negative experiences with foreigners, Keizer just had to make sure that whatever intruded into the cavern wasn't hostile that would tarnish that open-mindedness, granted the Zillas were so ginormous that outsiders weren't likely to be much of a threat in any case, but with what crewmates and impostors, and especially parasites, were capable of, you couldn't always tell…
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Congratulations, LIA! You’ve been accepted for the role of OLIVIA. Admin Julie: It’s always a delight to see you in our inbox, Lia -- imagine our joy when we saw you’d returned to us in the shape of our favorite sparrow, Omi! It’s been some time since we had her in play, which is a shame, because she’s one of our personal favorites. But you’ve pinned everything about Omi down to a T, from their characteristic skill and allure in trapping others with a few words and sharp gaze, to the way they’re wound around Verona’s fingers and don’t seem to realize... or choose not to. You’ve enthralled us once again, and we cannot wait to have you back on the dashboard and knee-deep in the chaos with Omi in your hands. Please review the CHECKLIST and send your account in within 24 hours.
WELCOME TO THE MOB.
OUT OF CHARACTER
Alias | Lia.
Age | 22
Pronouns | She/Her/Hers
Activity Level | I’m about to start my summer program, but since I’m only in class three days during next semester on online, I imagine I’ll have plenty of freetime. But knowing me, I’ll most likely log on every few days to knock out a few replies.
Timezone | EST (PST in two months (~:)
How did you find the rp? | The tag a few centuries ago.
Current/Past RP Accounts | honestly, all of my best characters were in DV :/ All 17 of them
IN CHARACTER
Character | Olivia AKA Yamamoto Omi
What drew you to this character? |
Omi is a character I’ve eyeballed during my time at DV, but someone I’ve never quite had the nerve to apply for. But it is the qualities that I initially shied away from that have inspired me to apply for them this time around. Even upon searching the origin of Omi’s name, I was fascinated by the worldliness and elusiveness it implied about their character. I came across two definitions, both of which I believe represented her character accurately:
1. OMI— magnificent; the sound of the universe
She is a walking contradiction— the product of love and violence— never truly lacking in either aspect within her lifetime. Maybe that is why she finally found community and comfort within Verona after venturing all over the world. As much as she might hate to admit, this very love and violence is what she’s comfortable with— it’s how she’s learned to thrive and survive. Though they never truly felt like themselves as they ventured around the world, they kept small pieces of each place they visited, all of which have made them into the Sparrow, the performer, that they are today. This is why I began viewing Omi as the sound of the universe. Vast and immeasurable, and not quite able to pinpoint to a single source. She is representative of an assembly of realities. She is never quite the same with each person she encounters, with them only receiving a snapshot or illustration of who she is, with the people she’s closest to receiving the most authentic parts of herself. To be a Sparrow is to participate— in Omi’s opinion— in one of the most precise crafts— an art form that only a select number can master. It is a performance, one in which they give their entirety to, oftentimes to the point that they sense themself slipping away, forgoing what they thought to be their true self and instead opting for the persona they have created. Somehow, being Omi the Sparrow is a far less difficult reality for her to face. What is expected of her is straightforward, her desires and fulfillment never changing very much. Omi the Sparrow always gets what she wants. Their heart is unbreakable, yet shared with everyone they encounter. The power and agency can be detected in her words, her mannerisms— she is completely sure of herself, and what she represents. But Omi— just plain Omi, questions herself constantly. She desires to be seen more than anything but is hesitant to show herself to another person. The weight of the secrets of others sometimes threatens to topple her over. What would their patrons think of their constant doubt? This was something they would never discover because she values her position more than she doubts herself. She loves luxury and security more than she questions who she is and who she’s become. She thrives in this simplistic power far more than she finds herself succumbing to it. And this leads me to what I love most about Omi. Her position allows her to wield a form of power that isn’t flashy or overt, or as obvious and clear cut as many people within the mob. It is subtle and it is dangerous. It is a power you least expect, which will certainly make her someone to look out for within the Verona. It is a power that she does not quite comprehend the magnitude and weight of as of now, but something I hope to develop over time.
What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |
MONA— Their saving grace. There are seldom things Mona could do that would lessen the admiration that Omi holds for her, as this is the woman who they believed to have saved them, to introduce them to the boundless and limitless potential that they had. She did not introduce anything that was not there but instead nurtured the qualities that Omi already possessed for her to become one of the best, if not the best Sparrow that has glided through the various rooms and crannies of The Dark Lady thus far. Omi looks upon Mona as a big sister and is always aiming to please her, whether she recognizes that she’s actively doing so or not. But she is bound to cross her eventually��� whether it is slight or monumental, and I believe Omi temporarily or permanently (dear lord idk if I could handle Mona not loving them pls sotkgoerkgose) falling from their grace would be an interesting concept to explore. So much of her existence is tied to Mona’s, and I think that it would take something like that occurring for her to recognize this. Who exactly would she be without Mona rescuing her? Would she have survived a day in the city without her? Having Omi deal with being without Mona would introduce some harsh truths. Could they truly rely on themself? Though she adamantly expresses her desire not to be possessed, is it that she truly enjoys being subjected to the whims of another person, so as long she is given the autonomy, luxury, and ability to wield some form of power? Would she simply be transferred from the hands of one power player to another, seeking out one of the mobs knowing they were the only other people who could give her what she truly desired?
FRIENDS ON THE OTHER SIDE— In the short time that Omi has spent in Verona, she’s acquired quite a few patrons from various walks of Veronesi royalty, but as much as she’s done her best to keep people at a distance, she’s also made a few friends. Chiko— whose hopes and dreams she’s carried with her since childhood— with them being one of the sole people to know Omi to near entirety. Felipe— the man who made her realize that even ghosts were capable of creating trouble for themselves, who she’d dared to offer real information about herself for whatever reason, finding something odd and compelling about the handsome enigma before her. Calina— their true match of wits, words, and worldliness— the person in which she’s entrusted with not just her fears and shortcomings, but her hopes and dreams, as well as them being that very person to set her heart aflutter. All of these people have something in common. In some shape or form, they are familiar with more than just Omi the Sparrow. I wonder what danger this could pose for her in the future. Would it be the person they are in essence that would land her in trouble? Chiko, the ruthless social climber, Felipe, who they knew trouble was always a short distance behind, and Calina, whose ties with the mob could only naturally come with trouble… couldn’t they? I want Omi to eventually land in some more trouble (maybe this could be something intertwined with my first plot, or potentially something entirely unrelated), and truly test how far she’s willing to go for the friendships she hopes to keep. Maybe it has to do with some information told to her in confidence; information she almost feels obligated to share with Mona. Will she refuse to do so, at the risk of the life and livelihood that she’s created for herself?
LOOSE ENDS— The past will always be the past for Omi— unless that past happened to make an appearance in the city of Verona. This isn’t something they would expect to occur, given that they have two dead parents, no siblings, or any known extended family. Maybe this would come in the form of Chiko— maybe some other unknown source would manage to dig up some sort of information to potentially be used against them. Regardless, I want Omi to be confronted with her past life, and for her to realize that the horror will always be apart of her, no matter how long that she’s attempted to evade it.
Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes, but I think I would miss her more than any of my other characters ngl :(
IN DEPTH
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tw: mentions of death and violence
In The Dark Lady, Omi transformed into a blossom tinted mirror in which men and women alike looked upon in order to divest the realities they so desired. This functioned the similarity to a rose-tinted glass, their very persona the result of a thousand borrowed realities. In Omi, they sought the best version of themselves. They had the ability to morph into everything their patrons wanted, yet could not own, making them all the more desirable. There was something especially tantalizing about what appeared to be accessible, but ever so slightly out of a person’s reach. Even if the reality of things were that there was no chance in hell. Even if there had been a burgeoning disgust for each and every one of the wealthy, and corrupt person they encountered. Even if she’d been unable to scour away their caress no matter how many showers she subjected herself to in the early hours of the morning. How effortlessly she’d sold them a dream. How effortlessly they’d become enamored with The Dark Lady’s very own Japanese Cherry Blossom, a hand-picked artifact from Sakura to enjoy in their very own Verona. She bartered away a fantasy, and in exchange they fed her in secrets, each whisper only intensifying her power and allure. No amount of repulsion would change that they were damn good at their job. No amount of repulsion would change that she’d finally found where they’d belong.
They were notorious for their collection of extremely high heels, and rumor had it that not even a misstep had occurred in a single pair of them. Eyes danced over her as she glided into the casino, garnering an especially large crowd probably because of the fresh pixie cut she’d been sporting. Some days, Omi would linger, never quite sure whose attention she’d capture that day, but on other days, her presence had been requested by a specific patron. Today’s patron had been of particular importance. A well known Italian bureaucrat she’d actually managed to find rather endearing at times, despite her suspicion that he’d been spending more time with her than his own family. Nevermind that though. They had a sneaking suspicion that they were only moments away from stumbling upon a goldmine of information. They reckoned that this particular information could potentially make not just Mona, but both mobs particularly happy. Soon as they’d reached the Blackjack table, the patron, Patron E, swept her merrily into his arms, spinning her in place, resulting in her delighted laughter, clutching onto his shoulders to maintain her balance. Once he’d gotten his fill, she carefully placed a single kiss on each of his cheeks, taking in the scent of whiskey on his lips. No wonder he’d been especially playful. The whiskey had only begun their job for them. “Why, if it isn’t the most lovely person in all of Verona,” Patron E stated, grinning ear to ear. “I absolutely adored your old hair, bella, but with this cut, you somehow managed to become even more magnificent."
She smiles coyly, hands traveling down the lengths of his arms until meeting his hands, which he brought promptly to his lips for a kiss. "I was feeling spontaneous, E, but knowing you like it lifted a significant weight off my shoulder. Everyone else’s opinion be damned, but yours has always meant the world to me,” they coo in flawless Italian. “Is there anything else you noticed?"
His eyes drank her in hungrily, almost hungrier than usual, before returning to her eye level. "You’re wearing my good luck charm,” he responded with an almost childlike euphoria. Patron E had been referring to the deep V-Neck Dolce & Gabbana gown that had been purchased for her by another Patron of hers— Q— with the jet black of her hair only accentuating the Black sequins of the gown. She took it upon herself to take his hand and lift it above the both of them, completing a graceful, yet playful twirl to show off every sparkle and curve of the length of her body.
“Is that so?” she mused with her head tilted curiously on an axis. “It’s almost as if I wore especially for you, mio callo. You did tell me tonight was a big night for you, after all.” His eyes twinkled gratefully as he pulled out a seat for her at the blackjack table, settling into the seat next to him, her body positioned perpendicularly to his, taking absolutely no interest in the game before them. It had been a game she’d witnessed by the side of many men before him and would witness many men after him. Her knees were pressed against his thigh, with the leg closest to the table occasionally finding itself absentmindedly caressing his own. One hand consistently remained attached his shoulder, with their other hand assisting them in the delivery of their sweet nothings, cupping his ear to whisper everything he’d ever wished to discover. Together they laughed, flirted, and whispered— he drank and she carefully sipped, until the game finally came to a close, with him losing per usual. After that, the pair of them moved to a more intimate section of The Dark Lady, the place in which Omi would officially make her move for the information she sought. There he sat on the couch, with her comfortably positioned horizontally in his lap, her slender legs coiled around her legs, with her hand absentmindedly stroking his hair. She’d been telling him some story she’d invented ages ago, half-truths tumbling effortlessly from her lips as she illustrated her last days in Sakura. Once she was done, she began studying his features intently.
“See anything you like?” he asks her quietly, and she cups his chin before deciding he’d been worthy of an answer.
“I see something I like, but something different,” she began with faux perplexion. “Even beneath this red light, I can sense the excitement almost vibrating off of you. “It suits you. I wish you were always this happy when you saw me. Far less tense than usual.”
“Now, Omi, you know I feel most like myself when I’m with you. You always receive the best parts of me,” he says seriously as his hand cups her wrist. “But, to tell you the truth, I’ve come across some very good fortune. A good fortune that I believe will alter the trajectory of my life. I’ve struck a life-changing deal.”
“That’s amazing! I couldn’t be happier for you!” she exclaims softly, before falling into a demure pout. “This… deal won’t take you away from me now, will it?”
He chuckles at her pout as if him parting from her would truly be the most unfortunate occurrence in her 30 years of life. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing, Tesoro. The deal I’ve made has allowed me to acquire a large sum of money. And I have no plans of parting from you anytime soon.”
She smiles gratefully, yet sadly as if she can’t believe it. He looks at her, searching for an answer to her sadness. “What is it, il mio amore? Why do you look so blue?”
At that moment— the slightest pang of sadness sped through her. How effortlessly he had succumbed to her charm, to the point that she’d almost felt bad for the fool. “Well… the way you aren’t giving much information about the deal is only forcing me to draw my own conclusions. Ones in which I can’t help but assume that you’ve been put in a dangerous predicament, which is stopping you from telling because you’re afraid to get me into trouble.” He drew her closely, placing a soft kiss on each of her temples, then her forehead, then her lips.
“I wouldn’t let them harm a hair on your head, Omi. I hope you know that I mean that.” She resisted chuckling. She’d been nearly divinely protected. If anything it was him who wouldn’t be able to harm a hair on her head.
“Is this them you speak of…” she looks around carefully, knowing there was no one near, but doing it as if to accentuate her supposed fear. “The government…?” she offers him, and when he does not react, she places a long, lacquered pinky nail upon her lip. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten yourself mixed up with one of the mobs, E—”
“Mixed up with the mobs?” he interrupts with a haughty chuckle. “Why, they’ve gotten themselves mixed up with me, dearest Omi. Sooner rather than later, both the Capulets and the Montagues will be feeding out of the palm of my hand.” How drunk had the man had to have been to have confessed such a silly sentiment? Or was it not the liquor at all, and simply Omi bearing witness to the limitless bounds of the male ego? Probably a mixture of both.
She shoves his shoulder gently, feigning shock. “You’ve either done something insanely brilliant or incredibly stupid. But I’ve always known you to be far too clever for the latter.”
With each curious caress, they’d managed to extract more and more information from their subject, his ego centering itself above all else— even his desire to live. He had to have known that, hadn’t he? Or had he simply been too foolish to even consider the danger he’d been putting himself in by leaving every detail of his plan upon Omi’s lips? How foolish he had beenShe shoves his shoulder gently, feigning shock. “You’ve either done something insanely brilliant or incredibly stupid. But I’ve always known you to be far too clever for the latter.”
“Someday…” he slurs, faced resting comfortably on her chest as she stroked the top of his head, his arms wrapped lovingly around her waist. “I’m gonna whisk you away. And just like that, you’ll be mine. Forever and always.”
Omi chuckles at this sentiment— ones she’s heard nearly a dozen times before. She’d had no desire to be one of his pretty things, not by him or any other person in this world for that matter.
“Why, E— I know if that were to occur, you’d be doomed to break my heart.” “Omi, you can’t truly believe that now… can you?” he says tilting his head upwards until their lips are only mere inches apart.
“I’m afraid I do, mi caro. Because the moment in which the magic begins to dwindle from your eyes when you look at me is the moment my heart is sure to break. I know that if we continue our occasional rendezvous that I’ll continue to be the loveliest I could be in your eyes. Oh— and I’m a terribly loud snorer. You wouldn’t sleep a minute in my presence.”
That had been enough to satisfy him, if only for a single moment. The very thought of him truly breaking her heart had been absurd, but the very thought of the blossom mirror cracking, the idea of her carefully constructed persona being exposed for being exactly that, alarmed her. Anything short of near perfection was unacceptable. She owed her to that and Mona. It would be at that moment that Omi would understand that she was no longer as good at her job as she needed to be. Surely that would not leave them desolate, they would still be a top-performing Sparrow after all. But they would no longer be the best, and no man or woman would ever take that away from them. Even if they meant keeping the majority of the world at a safe distance. Not when they’d finally found their people. Not when they’d finally answered their calling. Not when Verona was finally starting to feel like home.
Little did she know that this would be the last time she’d ever see Patron E. Just as she’d suspected, the information had been of immense value. Her reputation as the top Sparrow only increased tenfold, and she remained in Mona’s good graces, never tiring of her constant praise and doting. Word of his death returned to them from another one of their patrons even before it appeared even in the papers. Omi couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness for his widow and children. No woman and family should have their livelihood threatened by the likes of a stupid, stupid, stupid man.
She did not wear Q’s dress after that day. When she asked about it the next time he saw her, she began whispering a delightful tale about how her suitcase had mysteriously wound up missing upon returning from a brief trip to Paris, knowing she’d wind up with a new one before the conversation concluded…
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1. FIRST NAME: masha.
2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: my father’s birthday is the day before mine :v
3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: i mean, i’m asexual and aromantic but aesthetically i guess i could say the quintessential. roman?? nose for some reason fjfeka; i just like the look of them lies down also certain kinds of genuine smiles get me right in the heart. dark eyes are also very nice. or perhaps i should say like. when someone has dark eyelashes?? i think that’s it. also i’m always reminded of a girl i went to ireland with who had a seriously endearing case of doe eyes, and i’m still not sure if her eyes were just naturally that shape or if she used makeup to get that Look but either way i thought she was extremely pretty the whole time lmao the fact that she was also very sweet and thoughtful didn’t hurt either
4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: rice and eggs fjjfiea; eggs in general, tbh. possibly also noodles. and dumplings. cheesecake. lotus paste. smoked cheeses hhhh sALMON. sweet potatoes. maybe pears and apples listen i’m sorry i love food, there can’t be Only One
5. A FOOD YOU HATE: hominy fjfkda; cauliflower. uhhhh also tuna casserole blegh. asparagus jfjkf;da oh YEAH I HATE BOLOGNA TOO i can’t. i can’t do it hhhhghg. and yet i love vienna sausages and deviled ham...
6. GUILTY PLEASURE: whispers taking the long way home so i can spend more time listening to the radio and singing along with it probably lmao
7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: whatever i wore the previous day fjfjiea; I’M SLOPPY
8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: technically neither, but i guess i’d take flings over the other
9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: lies down i do kinda wish i hadn’t dropped out of high school. on that front, it’s worked out in the end, but. still. it would have been nice to have kept up with my friends orz on a different front, i’m conflicted about it, but. sometimes i wonder how much better my life might be today if i’d gone straight for nursing instead of getting an art degree ._.
10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: i. think i can be
11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: yeah it’s still the kung fu panda trilogy lmao. but also tokyo godfathers, shutter island aaand. idk jurassic park? tremors? a good chunk of the x-men movies bc i’m not very picky with them and there’s things i like about most of them?? thinking emoji oH there’s also that movie push from 2009. the one with chris evans :v
12. FAVORITE BOOK: a little princess, war of the worlds, uhhh on the beach, house of stairs, the secret garden. i was once weirdly attached to this book i read in jr. high called where the lilies bloom. i also loved heidi uhhh. see, there were all these obscure books i read in late elementary school and jr. high that i loved that i often have trouble recalling rip. like there was one called eva, and another called home before dark. one named belle prater’s boy. the crystal garden. sweet sassy tree hhhh almost anything written by robert cormier ahaaa
13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: i’m honestly very happy keeping dogs as pets, but i’ve always wanted to. like. idk, maybe pet a wolf or a fox or other wild canid. i’d also like to maybe have a cat someday. and parrots and other birds are adorable and i love them, but. oof. they just seem. Intimidating pets. maybe someday i can have ducks or geese again, tho. oh, and. i’ll admit i’ve always been amused at the thought of having a pet goat, bc my grandmother apparently did as a child lmao
14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: oh boy there’s. a Bunch. let me think... i. still have a very big soft spot for germany/italy hhh. uh. i hope the rest of them don’t have to be canon bc..... yeah. anyway still attached to beerus and whis... wheezes and both euroshipping (kaiba/bakura) and what’s apparently called stormshipping now (fubuki/manjoume). and ok i have to go with another hetalia one bc i’m such a sucker for france/russia lies down i was also once a big lex/zex shipper, and i still have a soft spot for. what it once was. not entirely too comfortable actually shipping it now since i haven’t Kept Up with kh and i’m not 100% on zexion/ienzo’s age anymore squints
15. PIE OR CAKE: ....whichever one cheesecake falls under :v
16. FAVORITE SCENT: ohghfjfkda there’s A BUNCH. aloe vera, bleach, lysol, sweet pea, tea, tires, sawdust, cucumbers and melons, ginger, beer
17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: yeahh, i still don’t really have one but. i do have a lot of affection for weird al lmao
18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: whispers i would love to go to russia some day, but i think everyone knows that lmao. i’d also love to revisit ireland, especially killarney and blarney castle. and i’d love to revisit sorrento. and possibly italy in general tbh aaaa. i’ve also always kinda wanted to visit china 6_6
19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: pretty sure i’m an introvert, but i also happen to be one who really loves crowds
20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: i’m a. very jumpy person kffja; also certain topics Disturb me way more than others, and ngl i have something close to an Actual phobia of the dark rip
21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: i’ve never had an iphone, so probably android
22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: animal crossing. also tetris when i’m bored. i love puzzle games like poppit and bejeweled lmao i used to play kingdom hearts and super smash brothers, and i miss them both tbh. i also played crisis core, two star fox games, and the world ends with you at some point. and uh. a handful of legend of zelda games when i was a kid. my favorite game is probably majora’s mask :v
23. DREAM JOB: comic book creator orz or some kind of concept artist for animated movies. but. i’ve come to terms with the fact that i’m not really. Good(TM) enough for that, so nowadays i’m much more interested in something more mundane like nursing. as long as it’s night shift, i want it
24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: SO MUCH. get my car back in shape, pay off my grandparents’ house probably, go back to school fINALLY, move out lies down there’s so much i could do with that money lmao
25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: there. aren’t any tbh lies down the most i usually get to is feeling neutral toward a character lmao except i just remembered umbridge exists so she might count
26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: not counting the ones i keep coming back to, there’s uhhh. gundam wing, star wars (waaaay back when the phantom menace was first released lmao), digimon, x-men evolution. i was in the MCU fandom for like a month before i lost interest XD;; i might count yugioh and yugioh gx as part of this, but. i’m still kind of invested in those tbh
all of these i’ve just kinda fallen away from thinking emoji i’ve never really had a bad fandom experience, so. you know
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.Mun’s Asks: RP Edition. || still accepting!
Questions asked by: @rivalbede, @fallcncrown, & @skogsra
3. Who was your first muse?
My first muse was Neku Sakuraba from TWEWY. He's actually the reason why I got into the RPC community at all on Tumblr cuz I was RPing him with an ex-gf and I needed an outlet for his muse after that breakup. I have recently remade his blog cuz I miss him, but he'll probably be low-activity cuz the TWEWY RPC is much smaller than this one.
7. What is the one trend you miss the most that’s no longer popular or seen as much as it was before?
NGL my memory is utter shit so I can't remember all the trends over the past couple years, but the one that sticks out to me the most was Tumblr peeps making IC Twitter accounts like we're now doing IC Tumblr blogs? The IC Tumblr blogs trend came back, so maybe this one is next x'D And no I'm totally not saying that cuz I went ahead and snagged Bede's IC blog's url as a Twitter handle, noooo :)
11. What made you start wanting to roleplay?
If you wanna be technical, I started RPing back in middle school when a friend and I were collabing on an original story and passing a notebook back and forth to write our story, which is TECHNICALLY RPing. But after that, I picked up my first muse cuz someone reintroduced me to the concept of roleplay with that specific term and I just went with it. It's honestly more fun for me cuz I love collabing, so that's that.
12. Are there any characters you’re interested in wanting to roleplay as?
The closet answer to this would prob be Hop, but I don't think I would actually want to RP as him more than I want to RP with Hop? Which, I have that :3 But to answer this question, there are muses that I want to go back to RPing, including Neku and technically Yuusaku Fujiki from VRAINS which I still do? I'm just. . . neglecting his blog so much that I'm really needing to go back to him.
18. What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog?
Besides getting off my ass and actually having threads? I have a couple mini-plots in mind that I want to do with Bede, both set in the aftermath of this Glimwood Tangle Nonsense that occurred recently. As for what they are? They're still a secret but this does answer the question xD
30. Other than roleplaying, what’s your favorite hobby?
I. . . am a pitiful person when it comes to hobbies. Aside from RP and writing, my real life doesn't give me the room to pick up more hobbies cuz I'm too tired these days. But if I could, I want to pick back my studies of psychology and the Japanese language, maybe even learn how to code? Oh if only.
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oh my goodness !! can you believe we have the privilege to accept ten amazing applications? thank you so much to everyone who submitted an application and put time in effort into our funky little meme group. we are so incredibly thankful for all of you.
under the “keep reading” you can find all of our acceptances and a nice little note about your application from the admins!
although we’re going to open in less than twenty four hours, you will still have the full twenty four to submit an account! unless receive a message from you asking for an extension, we’ll sadly have to reopen your role!
we’ll see you all tomorrow at 5pm EST to roll out the accounts and send out the discord link!
did you let the goats out [THE BABY DOLL]? or should i call you... [ALESIA WILLIAMSON], if that’s even your real name.
max: tina, we’re so glad to have you in the group! i absolutely adore alesia and she’s such a stellar baby doll. leigh anne? also a goddess. everything about your application was great, but i especially loved your touches on her true loyalty towards her family and how she often feels like being kind can be an obligation. i can’t wait to see what else you do with miss sia! welcome!
ruby: wow i love u kind hoe!!! honestly sweet characters who have their limits and just frickin SNAP are so interesting to me and i????? fell in love with sia immediately. i love her devotion to her family no matter the cost, and i cannot wait to officially meet this legend
did you let the goats out [THE BENEFACTOR]? or should i call you... [MAXIMILIAN BEAUREGARD VANDERBILT], if that’s even your real name.
max: mr. maximilian... you are the alpha max. Blease be my sugar daddy. karina, i am in love with this man. matt is such a spicy fc choice for him and really only bass boosts my love for him ngl. the benefactor sincerely has one of my favorite motives and i loved the way you worked with it. thank you for bringing us such a spicy king and i can’t wait to see you put this amazing character into action. welcome, welcome, welcome!
ruby: okay karina i see you???? i loved reading about maxim’s family relationships and how that influenced the man he is today. also… pls… pay my college tuition. i’m thorsty. i’m so glad you went with the idea of the benefactor being older, because as the development of the group went on that’s totally the energy i kept getting. we don’t stan business majors but we DO stan maxim.
did you let the goats out [THE BENEVOLENT]? or should i call you... [CAROLINE IRVIN], if that’s even your real name.
max: caroline... a true legend. brenna, the benevolent is such a sweetheart and you did such a great job capturing this. i shed a heart shaped tear at the mention that caroline cried after receiving a b on a test. my heart hurts that the unholy trio may not let caroline live. i can’t wait for caroline to throw some great parties at nana’s and to see all the great things you do with them! welcome!
ruby: brenna you really Did That, huh??? i can’t wait to meet the queen of peer pressure hrtgefrsd okay seriously, caroline deserves the world and like.. why’d you bring her to leighton? nastie, nastie florida. NE-WAY, can’t wait to scare tf out of our queen ((:
did you let the goats out [THE DIRTBAG]? or should i call you... [SETH WOODS], if that’s even your real name.
max: seth is my husband now sorry about it. for real, i have a weakness for him. a soccer player and a certified prankster? i hope the one girl he’s got the feels for is me. on a real note, i love everything that you’ve done with seth thus far and can’t wait to see him in action. charlie, you’re doing amazing. welcome to hell!
ruby: seth??? oh, you mean my bf, right! you captures the dirtbag’s energy so well, charlie, i just cannot believe!!!! and none of the wayback boyz being cis? iconic and legendary, thank you for blessing us, wtf.
did you let the goats out [THE FACADE]? or should i call you... [JINSEOK “JAX” HEO], if that’s even your real name.
max: jax… a sweet sneaky child. joanne the scammer is fucking quaking. i love the idea of how he tried to specifically reinvent himself after moving and i can’t wait to see all the stuff he tries to get away with. sincerely jax is my hero. i can’t wait to get to plot with him and see him scam the entirety of leighton university! welcome!
ruby: i’m so glad that jax is just.. someone i want to beat up. listen, alex trimboli was one thing, but knowing jax on a deeper level and reading about his loneliness?? really made me feel for the character more than i already did i… i’m gonna punch him for being so loveable while also being so hateable. i’m so excited to know this wildin dood
did you let the goats out [THE MATERIALISTIC]? or should i call you... [CESAR REYES], if that’s even your real name.
max: thank you so much for blessing us with cesar. seriously, i’m in love with one (1) asshole and his name is cesar reyes. diego is sexc and was an amazing faceclaim choice too like wtf?? i’m in love with everything about cesar but i’m particularly (eyes emoji) to see who he’ll have his eyes on. i hope it’s me! i’m kidding. maybe. regardless, welcome!
ruby: vandalshq is cancelled, welcome to my cesar fan blog. okay look, i.. I gotta be honest- i’m a little whipped. you captured the carefree energy that the materialistic gives off so well, and i’m SUPER eyes emoji about his alibi tbh.. no spoilers (;
did you let the goats out [THE NETIZEN]? or should i call you... [VIOLET CHAMBERLAIN], if that’s even your real name.
max: moe… loml… thank you for blessing us with the netizen. i want to give violet the biggest kith. i loved how you made her an astrophysics major and your touches on her anger. i love an intelligent and angry queen! i can’t wait to fall even more in love with violet when i see her on the dash! welcome to leighton!
ruby: hey angry legend!!! listen, it’s been like two days and i.. still can’t stop laughing at GOAT LUVR. please for the love of god, use me as your fortnite skin violet fhjgryterfwd. okay seriously your application was fantastic and i adore your daughter. thank you so much for applying, love!!
did you let the goats out [THE SIREN]? or should i call you... [KRISTINA ‘KIT’ CASSIDY], if that’s even your real name.
max: sabrina carpenter as the siren… can you see the sweat dripping off my forehead? kit is such a queen and i’m in love with the whole “hey violet meets haim meets billie eilish” concept. i can’t wait for kit to make her comeback and see all of the amazing things you do with her. welcome to leighton!
ruby: this was such an interesting take on the siren i was so HYPE reading your application, kee. listen.. I love a good loser turned HBIC story, and her band????? had me gagged, i would have never thought of it. i love that you made the skeleton your own while also keeping the same energy the canon character had. kit pls kiss me
did you let the goats out [THE TRENDOID]? or should i call you... [NICHOLAS “NICO” BRITTON], if that’s even your real name.
max: nico is a king. seriously. i loved how you decided to go more in the awkward direction with him and can’t wait to see you play him out on the dash. for confidentiality reasons i can’t go into detail, but that last paragraph on the motive section of your application? SPICY. i’m so ready for all things nico. welcome!
ruby: laaaauuuraaa you did that!!!!!!!! the “fake it till you make it” approach to living is so interesting, and i’m so glad he’s more of a mess than i am uthgrfed. you really had a great concept of the confusing charm that the trendoid holds, that feeling of being both the biggest meme AND everyone’s dirty little secret. i’d kith him
did you let the goats out [THE WISEACRE]? or should i call you... [HARPER FITCH], if that’s even your real name.
max: harper… my… heart… god i am in love with them. the wiseacre is my favorite skeleton (on the dl) and bria, you did such an amazing interpreting them and creating this spunky little character. i can’t wait to see harper in action and see what they do to follow up #freebetty. my new philosophy may be my least favorite song ever but i love it oNLY for harper. welcome, babes!
ruby: this character is a whole headache like… thank you, bria. harper, please protest the launch of this god awful rp thanks thurgekrfsd okay NO listen i!!!!!!! i screamed, this application was so detailed and fun, and you had the most beautiful pinterest board, as well as such a fun mock blog. those musing posts??? exactly what i pictured for the wiseacre!!!!
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Congratulations, PIKA! You’ve been accepted for the role of MEDEA. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. Pika, you have no idea how absolutely ecstatic I am with this application. You capture their erratic nature -- how they seem never completely there but when they do...oh, when they do you should be careful. The future plots have me absolutely giddy with anticipation, the interview got me swoonin’, and the para sample seemed like the ribbon on top of it all. I am so excited to have Mallory in our midst once more and I can’t wait for everything to unfold! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.
WELCOME TO THE MOB.
Out of Character
Alias | pika.
Age | eighteen.
Preferred Pronouns | she/her/hers or they/them/theirs, idrc.
Activity Level | lmao u already knooooo :))))))) terrible :))))))))))))
not great, to be completely honest. however, now that school is slowing down, i should be a lot more consistent; realistically, i’ll be on about every other day.
Timezone | pst.
Current/Past RP Accounts | hugo, noelle, miles, landon. the last two are hella old, ngl.
In Character
Character | madea ;; mallory chanda.
What drew you to this character? | lookie here: i loooooove the dynamic of the witches, the idea of each as an aspect of fate. cinead, the all-seeing, bears down the judgement of the past; hea, all-hearing, plays the fickle strings of the heart and mind as they shift in the present; and mallory, all-knowing, dances with fate, swapping secrets like gossiping old friends. each transcends the concept of the individual, but each is incomplete without the others. they’re delightfully enigmatic, and i love me a good mind screw.
i think that the thing that draws me to mallory in particular is their caprice, and their capacity for more. when you read mallory’s bio in tandem with their siblings’, you (or i, at least lol) definitely get the feeling that they’re the baby of the family. the siblings are cold and they are no exception, but underneath the facade of ice lies a deceptive blue flame—one so hot it burns you frozen, one that changes direction with the lightest breath of the wind. they seem to be more impulsive than their siblings (i mean seriously they just…..went out and won the lotto, nbd), but you can’t help but wonder: are they merely whimsical, or working toward some grander scheme? maybe it’s just because i have an undying love for meta, but i feel like it’d be such fun to play a character consistently a step removed from the present, eyes always flicking around the scenery because ultimately, it is not the individuals that matter, but what they do with themselves—how they leave a mark on the world.
What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |
001. ► supernova (gods, impartial? ha. tell that to the greeks, darling.)
mallory’s relationships with hector and clark fascinate me in that, imo, despite being completely different in sentiment, they both stem from the men staunchly denying fate. my interpretation of mallory is one who believes strongly in fate, and the contrast between them is one that i’d like to see play out. they will not meddle with the fates of the men who meddle with fate, no matter how much they itch to, but i want them to do so. bring the god down to the level of mere mortals. make them give into their whims and engage with the world.
002. ► white dwarf (a deal with the devil; can you sell your soul when your heart holds no credit?)
mallory is more impulsive than either of their siblings. though they likely wouldn’t pick a side in the war for verona, i could certainly see them making deals with one side or another—with the clear caveat that they are neutral, and equally likely to assist another willing to bargain with a god. how would this play out? more importantly, how would their siblings react to this? there is a price to pay to make deals with gods, and i would love to see how mallory reacts to having multiple puppets on their strings.
003. ► black hole (the world began with a bang, and shall end similarly.)
mallory’s siblings are more than their family—they are the counterparts to their soul. how will they react to a threat to their existence? though their souls transcend the limits of mortality, their bodies do not, a fact mallory is simultaneously acutely aware of and utterly uncaring of. but, just as the gods of olympus are most vulnerable at their most opulent, what would happen to the witches if somebody attempted to question their omnipotence? i want fire and brimstone. i want the wrath of gods. mallory already has the fire. i’d like to see them burn.
In Depth
What is your favorite place in Verona?
They touch an impeccably manicured finger to their lips, considering the question. It’s rare that they have to field personal questions—most given the honor of their counsel are after a specific goal, and their questions tend to reflect that single-mindedness. Still, the triviality isn’t unwelcome, and though Mallory raises a wry brow, they answer genuinely.
“Did you know,” they begin offhandedly, “that I had originally proposed putting modern art in the Twelfth Night? My siblings and I diverged in opinion on this, obviously. And, as you can see, my opinion was overruled.” A sigh. “Is it not tragic, the plight of the youngest?”
But a smirk slowly slides across their face. “Please do not tell my siblings I said this—I do hate being wrong, you see—but they were right; Baroque has been a most fitting choice for the museum. Tell me: have you been there at night?” They close their eyes indulgently, snapping open to reveal an unreadable expression. “It’s great fun. One could even say that it is magical.” This sets them off, peals of musical laughter falling from their lips. “But I don’t think it’s magic that compels guests to kiss the statues, no? That is a human honesty, and truly, there is nothing more fascinating to observe.”
What does your typical day look like?
“Hm.” They drum their fingers across the top of their other hand, but their attention seems elsewhere. “I’m afraid the answer may bore you.” They uncross their legs, re-cross them, and continue their answer. “I wake up…hm. After the sun, but before noon. I will usually tend to business at the hotel in the afternoon, and perhaps fit in a catnap before the evening. Come then, I go to the museum and turn those who stay after closing into statues.”
They smile prettily. “Just kidding.”
What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?
They still, and a chill falls over the room. They still, and for the first time, there is a presence in their eyes—it is as if their mind has been elsewhere until now, and they have finally joined the present conversation. A smirk rolls over their lips, different than the one before; this one is distinctly feline, languid and knowing.
“It’s silly. Pettiness is such a waste of time, wouldn’t you agree?”
It’s not a lie, but it’s not quite truth, either. Yes, it’s a waste of time, but one Mallory is fascinated by, the way an entomologist is fascinated by a colony of ants. One to be watched from afar, perhaps on the sofa with their siblings. And—
“Oh.” The moment is broken; they have moved on to a new thought. “Perhaps I ought to ask Hea to buy popcorn before they come home.” They stand, obviously dismissive. “Yes. I shall do that.”
In-Character Para Sample:
It is a beautiful evening, the type that romantics write poetry over and lovers meet under. The sun paints a cascading orange against the sky, pulsing the last vestiges of light before it inevitably falls into bed with the shadows chasing it. And Mallory walks to work.
The heels of their shoes—four inch wedges, sensible for crossing cobblestones—glide soundlessly across the streets of Verona, leaving no trace of their owner behind. They walk languidly, confidently; their siblings are conducting business elsewhere, but their only responsibility for the evening is to prepare the Twelfth Night for the night. There is no rush. There rarely ever is.
And so, when a man approaches them, face alight with the reluctant, cautious awe characteristic of arrogant men humbled by proper power, they allow him to speak.
“Please,” he says, begs, “read my fortune. I’ll give you anything—anything!—I just…I think something bad may have happened, and I need to know what’s coming next.”
The only indication that they heard the man is in the single, perfectly-groomed brow that raises at his plea. The man certainly looks a mess, clothes rumpled and sweat beading on his brow. Mallory is unmoved by his appeal to their ethos.
But, admittedly, they are intrigued. Desperation is an endearingly human trait, one that Mallory finds almost charming.
( they can hear their siblings groans in the back of their mind, particularly cinead’s. well, it isn’t cinead’s time that they are wasting. )
“Hm,” they say. A beat passes. The man trembles. “Follow.”
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“Three of swords, the Hanged Man reversed, and the Tower. Fascinating.”
“F-fascinating? What does that mean? Is that good?”
A laugh bubbles from Mallory’s chest. “Good? Bad? To label fate with something so crude would be boring.” They rise, and gather the three cards from the dusty stoop, brushing them off gently. “Fate is fate,” they say, and their eyes meet the man's—he cannot hold the contact for long, and looks away quickly. Their head inclines, feline in its judgement. “Though yours…your selfishness shall be caused by suffering.” They sigh. “How dull,” they say, more to themself than the man, shaking their head in disappointment. “If that is all, I shall take my leave.”
Mallory rises, and turns to walk back to their intended destination.
“W-wait!” The man calls to their back. “I can’t…I…You have the power to help me, right? I…I want to make a deal with you!”
Mallory pauses. Smirks. It seems they now have an appointment for the evening.
How fascinating.
Extras:
a playlist:
→ i put a spell on you ;; nina simone
i put a spell on you / and now you’re mine
→ never catch me ;; flying lotus ft. kendrick lamar
life and death is no mystery and i wanna taste it / step inside of my mind and you’ll find curiosity, animosity / high philosophy, hyper prophesied meditation
→ special affair ;; the internet
penny for your thoughts, i know what you want / i can read your mind even from behind
→ bone+tissue ;; gallant
sell me something i can use to catapult my value / treat me like the cardinal anointed in my vessels
→ fantasy ;; alina baraz and galimatias
so you say you wanna get so high, breathe me in like air tonight / let yourself get lost in the garden of my mind
→ white ;; frank ocean
i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sounds / i dreamt of gravity keeping us around
→ ready or not ;; the fugees
i play my enemies like a game of chess / no stress where i rest if you smoke some sess
hc’s and misc. bits
mal likes to read fortunes—tarot, palms, astrology. to them, it’s a silly game…but for those brave enough to ask, there’s always an eerie accuracy to them, a thrum of power that beats through the air when they turn the cards. unlike cinead, they will never turn down a request to read fortunes, delighting in the schadenfreude that comes with being the messenger of fate.
more on astrology: they check their horoscope every morning (for a loose definition of morning). even though they don’t necessarily believe in it, if one of their siblings’ signs are low in the luck ranking, they won’t let them leave the house without their lucky item.
in keeping with what’s apparently a running animal motif, mallory has a unabashed fondness for cats. (they also have a remarkably similar temperament to the animal, but they vehemently deny this when their siblings poke fun at them for it.) they have a cat named metis, whom they love dearly.
mallory is a night owl; the witching hour is their favorite time of day. mornings, to them, are entirely overrated—there’s no sense of romance to them. or so they say.
they love dancing, and practice all styles one could imagine, from ballet to salsa to hip hop. it is not an uncommon sight to see them at the tempest, undulating in a dance that is unorthodox but undoubtedly alluring, liquid moonshine slipping deftly through the crowd.
drunk!mallory’s passion is singing. only their siblings have ever seen this.
drunk!mallory cannot sing. only their siblings have ever seen this.
to call mallory vain is not incorrect, per se, but also not entirely right. they take great pride in maintaining their appearance—their aesthetic is black and flow-y, lace and long skirts and dark lips—but it is more a matter of preference than vanity.
mallory enjoys mixing drinks, though they rarely indulge in them themself. it is not an entirely rare sight to see them creating concoctions at the bar of the tempest. they cannot stand coffee.
on occasion, mallory will spend the day simply wandering the city. they won’t talk to anyone, but they enjoy people-watching.
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( They stood in order: Cinead, then Hea, then Mallory. It was a habit ingrained by age, ingrained by habit, and though it was in Mallory’s nature to push against convention, it was one of the things they never questioned.
Cinead, Hea, Mallory. Order, balance, chaos. Always three. Always one. )
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( the whisper of silk on skin, the bite of a frosty morning. wind that whips through the trees, displacing all but the birds. fingers brushing through hair. catching someone’s gaze from across a busy intersection. the ghost of breath. fractals in snowflakes. )
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( each time they take one of you, you do not clench your fists. you do not yell childishly, you do not reach out to your siblings
and make no mistake, they are your siblings, even if your blood traitorously refuses to acknowledge this
because
you know.
you know that fate will return you where you ought to be:
by each others’ sides. )
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SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.
What’s your OTP for your Muse?: s h a l l u r a
What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?: pretty much everything except smut, tb h. i don’t think i’ve come across anything that i don’t like ???
How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?: honestly 19 is pushing it for me personally and i don’t think shiro would go for anything younger than ~21. ( but considering that eugene and rapunzel have a really healthy relationship with an 8 year age gap at 18 to 26?? it’s not a big of a deal for me )
Are you selective when shipping?: i ship for chemistry, so that is what i most look out for. usually ships just sort of... HAPPEN with me, so i’m not SUPER selective when it comes to them.
How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?: lol the second that hickies get involved ngl --
Who are other muses you ship your muse with?: Allura and my dear friend @virtusdemonte‘s oc, teresa nightingale are the two main gals that i ship shiro with hardcore~
Does one have to ask to ship with you?: honestly no??? like i said earlier, ships just sort of HAPPEN with me. i usually just sit back and see what happens in ic interactions and ooc talk-fests and go from there. it’s all about mun and muse chemistry w/ me
How often do you like to ship?: it’s all about the relationship that the characters build and the friendships that i can make with the mun because of it. as long as our characters bounce off each other well enough to even consider a potential ship, i’m usually all game for it. HOWEVER,, i absolutely LOVE friendships too. brotps are my life~
Are you multiship?: Absolutely! I’ve never really understood the concept of private ships or single-ship blogs, but that’s just me. I’m totally open to multiple interpretations of the same ship w/ multiple people, and i am also very much open to having multiple unique ships across the board~
Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?: I g u e s s ? It’s something that I enjoy fleshing out and writing for, yes, but when it comes to Shiro I feel I’m probably a lot more invested in his relationship with his fellow paladins than everything.
What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?: shallura. also shiro x happiness.
Finally, how does one ship with you?: ....interact w/ me one way or another p-much. after that just basically keep interacting based on how the initial one goes and head out from there. uvu
TAGGED BY: i stole it from @lnstinctive
TAGGING: anyone wearing blue socks uvu
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Alrighty here we go
It’s definitely been a while since I’ve answered my ask box. So here’s a bulk answering post \^v^/
I’ll be answering these chronologically, in the order I received them:
A: Ahhhh thank you! >////< This is so sweet omg. I wish you the best of luck on your art journey <3 I’m glad I was able to be a part of it ^^
A: LMAo well, dear anons, I am actually in my first year of college. I’m honoured you think my art reflects something older tho xD
A: Okay so, when SAO first came out, I thought it was a briiiilliant show. I LOVED the concept, the execution, and etc.
I can’t give you a complete opinion on the anime because I actually never finished it. For me a lot of times, when a show starts showing harems and lolis and begin to appeal to that side of the crowd, I just turn it off. There’s nothing wrong with it ofc but it’s just not my cup of tea lmao. So in the case of SAO, I stopped watching after the first half.
A: Of course! I love constructive criticism ^v^ Thank you very much for taking the time to let me know! The over blending thing is definitely one of my banes... ; w ; Trust me you’re not the first one to give me that critique haha. I’ll definitely keep it in find for future pieces ><
A @ff-darkshininglight : Oh boy, chain mail. I won’t pass it on to anyone but I can answer it:
1. I’m currently studying game design \^0^/ I feel like most people don’t know this haha and think I’m a freelancer. 2. My favorite fruit is probably orange. 3. I went to a big university on the west coast for a year studying general science lmao before going into game design. 4. I live in Canada. 5. I’ve gone to every continent. 6. I actually started my youtube channel doing piano covers lmao. 7. I’ve moved 9 times in my life haha. 8. Yuuike is the name of my OC which I made up in 8th grade @_@ Can’t believe I actually carried it with me this far. 9. My first convention was a last minute set up with one of my online friends whom I’ve never met before ^^” Don’t try this at home kids. 10. I first joined Tumblr because of an RP group I was in omg where we had to make Tumblr blogs for our characters.
A: I’ll be completely honest. Throughout my years of commissioning and being commissioned, I’ve never seen anyone talk about taxes. I’m not sure if it’s because of the ignorance of the art community, or if there’s an exemption of some sort haha. I would say don’t worry about it, unless you’re making above the taxable income off of commissions for a living lol. .
A: Yeees I definitely will! It’s on my long list of tutorials to make for the future! It’s just I’ve been rather busy this semester with school, plus I’m living with a roommate so... it’s low key awkward to record voice tutorials cuz I gotta wait for when they’re not here xD But yea, I’ll definitely be posting more over the summer~
A: Personally, I never make a tutorial unless I am at least 90% sure of what I’m talking about lmao xD. I feel like I still have lots to learn about shading folds and coloring lips so, it might be a while until I make videos for those ^^
A @a-tigergoo : Try this link instead ^^ https://painttool-sai.en.softonic.com/
A @candehkitteh: I’m actually not completely sure what you’re asking here ; A ; As far as I’m concerned, SAI doesn’t have a gradient system at all unlike most other art programs, which kinda sucks. But what you could try is adding a new layer with the effect of “overlay” on top of your existing layer:
And then using an airbrush, add the gradient on yourself? Overlay is a very powerful effect for changing the existing colors of an image. But you’re definitely going to have to play with what shade you use with it xD
A: Omg haha I think I remember someone else asking me this before. I’m really sorry ahhh it’s DEFINITELY not that I don’t want to draw poc >A< It’s just I draw a lot of fan art of anime related subjects and there’s rarely poc in those. But I’ll definitely keep this in mind, especially when I do practice portraits in the future \^v^/
A: This message is so sweet omg anon you have warmed my heart ; w ; Thank you very much too for brightening my day <333
A @violetserenity88 : Helloooo ^v^ The biggest one right now is probably Project ARK. A visual novel I’m making with a couple of my friends haha, and trust me you’ll be hearing lots about it from me xD
A: Tutorials on deviantart, art books from the library, youtube speed paints are my main sources ^^
A: Ooooo boy this is a hard one. My all time favorite might be Detective Conan xD But ngl I think I’m biased since I’ve watched this show since I was in elementary and it’s one of the first anime series I’ve ever came across *Q*
A: Good stories and music is my main source of inspiration *v*
A @cantevenrea: Hmmmm this is literally like #tbt to interviews haha xD But let’s see, I’d probably say: determined, spontaneous, low maintenance, un-athletic, dreamer.
A @123shido-kun : I know people don’t like to hear this but, practice. I understand a lot of people have problems adjusting to not looking at what you’re drawing. But honestly, if you just push yourself through the beginning part of the learning curve, it actually gets pretty easy and natural rather quickly.
A: Back in the days ;) when we didn’t have electronics to play with, the kids around the neighbourhood would all gather after dinner on our rollerblades and skate around the community doing who-knows-what lmao.
I had a hawk at one point, and my dad let me take it out once for a “walk”. So I skated around the neighbourhood with a hawk on my arm with a bunch of kids following me, and was the coolest kid on the block for a day xD
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Last but not least, I asked some of my deviantart followers to come here and ask questions but obviously not everyone has tumblr so:
A: Yes I LOVE concept art. And actually if you dig far enough, I’ve drawn a ton of tradition ones back when I was in art IB haha. One of my most popular pieces on deviantart called “Graveyard of Dreams” was actually traditional.
A: I have not! But it’s on my to-play list.
A: Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney lmao. But I think I’m just being biased cuz I was recently obsessed with the series xD
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Annnnd we’re done! Kudos to those of you who even got through half of this haha xD If you have any questions of your own, feel free to shoot it to my ask box. It’ll always be open ^^
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{{ the-dark-requiem, please :D }}
[[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;
Only the-dark-requiem, eh? Too bad I don’t feel like listening today XD XD XD
glassmemoir:
my opinion on;
character in general:
Yuuto: Goooosh, how much I used to love him! And actually, he was the reason I got into Arc-V in the first place after episode 7, and it is also thanks to him that I didn’t drop the show after the first half of that horrid quiz duel, which…. in hindsight… was so much better than most eps after season one *siiiigh*If there’s one line that immediately drew me to this character, it’d be “Xyz Monsters’ true power is to use their souls, their overlay units, to annihilate their foes” which is such a stark contrast to Yuuma’s explanation of Xyz summoning (something along the lines of the materials becoming overlay units to support the Xyz monster) and says so much about Yuuto as a character in general. In order to prevail on the battlefield and not lose, he had to discard a part of his very identity. True, he may have started out with a similar mindset and ideals as Yuuya, but unlike him, he evolved past most of his naivety, even though it causes him a great deal of pain.
But… well, then, episode 37 happened and he was completely reduced to being braindead Yuuya’s equally braindead accessory - and from that point, my intense love for him started to fade.
Rin:
Tbh, I never got the hype surrounding her at the beginning and I did not enjoy her initial flashbacks with Yuugo that much either. However, from the moment she kneed dumb Yuugo in the stomach and cried because she was feeling powerless, I was in love, and her brainwashed personality, of which I can see many aspects as part of her serious traits she’d display towards her enemies and strangers, turned her into my second fave bracelet girl~
Yuuri:
(copy pasta because I am laaaaazy lol) What a glorious bastard
how they play them:
the-dark-requiem:
I hadn’t had Yuuto feels in ages, but then, your Yuuto appeared and he was so badass and capable and actually smart it just… happened. He’s exactly what he should’ve been, had the writers not butchered his personality beyond recognition and stripped him of his agenda, and gooosh, his cynicism wynterxwitch:
Again, you were able to completely win me over with but two posts, and I just love how practical your Rin’s intellect is, your headcanons for her that are so well-tailored to the initial non-egao concept behind the Synchro Dimension, and your take on her relationship with Yuugo without the rose-colored glasses so typical for most Appleshippers.
starvenomxx;
Your take on Yuuri is amazing, breathtaking, the best written portrayal I’ve seen of him so far. He is rotten to the core, and in the most delighful way possible at that. His dialogue is creative and unique and very fitting to his pre-Zarc personality, and the maliciousness behind his words and actions is so wonderfully subtle, and I just love how he immediately picked up on the immense hypocrisy in Serena’s pride as an Academia warrior, even though she hasn’t set a single foot on the battlefield herself. Only thinking about more interactions with your wonderful Yuuri is making me giddy XD
the mun:
Meeting you was a true blessing, and your thoughtful responses are always a delight to read and think about. You are mature, perceptive, and incredibly creative. In short, your mind is astonishingly beautiful. It is always fun to talk to you, be it about the wasted potential of Arc-V, random scenarios (thank you for listening to the incoherent ramblings about mine btw
Plus, who else fully understands my bitterness about Reiji and the Xyz characters? O.OAnd your art. Goooosh, your art
do i;
follow them: Yes!rp with them: Yes!want to rp with them: All of the yes!!!ship their character with mine: ShunYuuto - only platonically; would be open to something romantic offsite, though, if your thirst for ShunYuuto should ever become too great :PYuuto/Serena - oh goooosh, what a disastrous ship XD It’d still be interesting to see Serena drive Yuuto to the brink of desperation with her logical fallacies, though XD XD
Yuuto/Ruri - ngl, I’d love to ship them. I’ve always wanted to see this relationship without the gross canon fluff so disrespectful to everything Yuuto used to stand for - and with a darker plot. And gooosh, given your Yuuto’s personality, my Ruri’d be all over him lol Ooooh, or Pluto and Proserpina-themed things taking place in our AU O.O
ShunYuuri - ew, nooooo XD XD XD
Shun/Rin - platonically, this ship is one of my guilty pleasures, and I’d love to see it in our Gods AU in particular. Anything canon divergent would be awesome as well, though
Ruri/Rin - my favorite platonic bracelet girl combo, and I am still trying to figure out how to respond to our thread and at least kinda meet the beautifully high standards you set lolIn any case, I am always to have for any nice Cageshipping/Emeraldshipping scenario
Rin/Serena - an intriguing platonic ship I’d love to explore one day - either in our AU or a thread about Academia invading Synchro after Xyz - and Rin meeting Serena on the battlefield and making her see reason. Other than that, Serena stumbling across an imprisoned Rin’d be interesting as well~YuuriSere: Yes, yes, all of the yesssss
Yuuri/Ruri: I can only really like this ship with Academia! Ruri. Other than that, any enemy interactions with Yuuri “paying a visit” to an imprisoned Ruri and toying with her mental state’d be fun to do as well :)
what is my;
overall opinion: An amazing person, an amazing artist, and an amazing RPer on top of it - there is nothing more to wish for
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.]
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