#ooc: HI MOD IS WAVING

[vigilant-yaksha-asks]

[insert rhodes' voiceline about xiao here]

-love anon <3

(HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEH YOU KNOW ME AND I KNOW YOU)

"...He thinks that highly of me?"

[justanimp]

now, this might just be a suspicion; i might just be taking a complete shot in the dark, but..

..are you gay?

/j

Gay? As in happy...?

I'm pretty gay, considering I'm better than everyone else.

[immortalpheus]

homesick is like everyone’s ad break from immortalpheus rn

[askthedealmaker-idv]

tldr of the valentines ask: good luck if you’re trying to romance specter without a soul/wish being brought in because oh boy does this man have a complicated relationship with feelings that isn’t related to the two things listed

[psuedofolio]

Last week on my character a day thread was more "Magical Girl SCP" characters and I'm realizing I didn't share the pictures from the last time I brought out the psudo scp universe characters so here they are. I'll make the whole story someday. Lore/flavor text is as follows: 1: Fairbanks would often have to insist Isabelle stop skipping her small arms training. She rarely said it, but she was very fond of the junior researcher. And she knew just how unsafe the SAFE Research Department could be.

2: Fairbanks' Notes on the Vampire, "Drymouth."

After 21 days without feeding, she will enter a state of altered consciousness and will speak true prophecies. The Board believes it is worth the ethical costs of starving her. I believe she uses her prophecies to guide us to our destruction.

3: Partial Transcript: Tattoo Parlor, 3:25 PM

Subject X66: "I'm still kinda nervous about the pain, ya know. I'm sure you get that a lot."

Witness: "I... what is... Is that a body mod?"

Subject X66: "What are you talking about?"

Witness: "Holy fuck it moved!"

4: Codename Sunshine is the first entity to take a role in DIR Fairbank's "Special Taskforce." Though the Director believes she is wholly reliable and a potential asset for our field agents, many are skeptical. Her ability to "transmute light into burning liquid" is quote: "Scary AF."

5: Agent Nathan Collier returned to work with REDACTED three months after the incident with Valeria's escape. His personal heroism in subduing the entity aside, it was decided he was unfit for field work. Instead he was reassigned to the SAFE Department on so called "babysitting duty."

6: Ben died a few years ago in an unrelated accident, but ever since then what appears to be his "ghost" continues to check the halls for anomalous readings. Once we calibrated his scanner to account for his own emanations, he returned to being a valued member of *redacted*

7: What limited things we do know is REDACTED's body is made of particles which "absorb" em waves of all kinds, from light to radio. Though REDACTED manages to bypass nearly every security measure we have, they have no connections or intentions that qualify as a threat.

8: Contrary to popular belief, Franklin is NOT an anomalous entity. He is merely a holdover from REDACTED before it became REDACTED. His "good humor and fatherly advice" has often made agents question his true nature. And security monitors him as agents often confide secrets with him.

(ooc note, it was about an hour after drawing this that I realized I basically just drew Clint McElroy)

9: Frm: Dir Fairbanks The girl in our care is not to be referred to as "anomaly" or "spider thing" or by her case number. She has come to us willingly. Her name is Penelope, and but for her anomalous mutations is a normal child. We will provide her normalcy. That is an order.

[fiddlefords-garage]

*A figure would stumble out of a nearby door in a cloud of smoke and coughs, he waved an arm out in front of him to try and dissipate the fumes and shook his head. He looked familiar.*

"I... don't know what I expected from that, but lesson learned! Who knew old tech was so flammable—"

*He seemed to mumble to himself before noticing that he wasn't alone in the space. This... was Stanford, or at least someone who looked like an aged clone of sorts. He looked older, more weathered, his coat was the same and clearly his sense of fashion didn't shift much either with the burgundy suit.*

"Fiddleford?? Is that you???"

*The man seemed to be both surprised and bewildered by the situation, as if he didn't just stumble out of a broom closet in a plume of grey gas. Not that it was likely the most odd thing to see given how Gravity Falls just is.*

"I am just on a roll today with meeting anyone and everyone! Peculiar- but cool!"

*If he was a Stanford, and those six-fingers weren't something so easily faked so most likely, then the attitude shift and personality disparity was no short of jarring.*

[OOC: from @gftimelord hey mod! I hope you don't mind this little blurb, love your stuff so I'd like to interact! Feel free to ignore this though if it's not your cup of tea :D]

" AAAAAGGHH!! "

Fiddleford shrieked in fear, pulling out what seemed to be some sort of 'doohickey' from his coat pocket. He instictively pointed it at the other version of Stanford, frightened. It seemed mechanical, almost futuristic, but still had components that made it clear that it was almost like it was made in a garage. The 'memory gun', as he called it.

" Whatits— where in the world did you come from!? You came out of the air! Like.. air! "

Fiddleford wiped sweat from his brow, before hiding the weapon in his lab coat pocket once more. He glanced at the man's gloved hands, noticing the six digits on each. Fiddleford let out a sigh of relief.

" Sorry. Got scared fer a bit there. But, the question still stands; where the heck did you come from? Are ya one of those alternate universe thingymajigs? "

(ooc: hey!! decided to check out ur blog due to this ask and OH MY GOD IT IS SO COOL UR SO COOL.. also. im so happy you love my stuff tysm!!!! im so sorry for the late response i completely forgot about tumblr for about a day LOL)

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

Valentine's Day

Hey there, we found that there are not too many Valentines Fic so maybe an inspiration for you writers out there to write some more :D

Night before Valentine by KhepiAri (M)

It’s in the small gestures that I discovered love; the cheerful waving hand from the parking space, the curling of the lips into a small smile, catching those lovely deep eyes off guard, the light brushing of fingers while collecting coffee cups. It was the small little things that made me fall in love. But the realization of love came in emptiness.

This is a Valentine's Story by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (E)

After Wano and after the end of the alliance (maybe spoilers?) Law and Luffy miss each other badly. Their crews of course know about it. But both captains would not dare to tell them to meet again. So the navigators do what has to be done - Law and Luffy meet again. On Valentine's Day. And the snow leopard Law finally takes a heart and talks to the little black cat rubber boy he cannot forget...

under the shade by lupitaro (T)

Just two buddies sharing a smoke. Totally friendly.

Twinkling Lights, a Heart Shines Bright by CaptainButterBuns (T)

Everyone needs a break every now and then but not everyone realizes that. Good thing Luffy is there to make sure Law takes a breather. Some fresh air could do him some good!

He Holds His Heart by RyuichiSakuma (T) [Poem]

Luffy is tired of being alone.

Pirates' Valentine's Day by Miryuna (G) [several ships]

Anyone can celebrate Valentine's Day, even the most despicable pirates! And if they turn red and stutter, what would it be like? Humorous OS with a touch of LawLu. 

Presence of OOC (Out of Character: behaviour that doesn't resemble the basic character)

-Mod Raiya

[people-can-be-tamed]

"I-It's nice to meet you, too."

"Um, if you'd like, you can always visit the Big Berry Circus. That's where I work. Not- Not to sound like I'm bragging or forcing you! I'd never do that, nowanowanoway!"

"Oh, hi! I feel like I've, um, seen you before. A-Anyway, welcome to Tumblr."

-- Simon Keyes !!! (@people-can-be-tamed)

“ Oh, hello. You probably have infact, not quite sure might depend.. but nevertheless, thank you for welcoming me. How has your day been? ”

[lu-lus-dicks]

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 2

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 2/? / chapter Word count: 1852 / total word count: 3283

Featuring: babygirl anon and @xxx-angie . eventually will feature solis, the oc of @soliac-snecc

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: I am a little drunk while writing the start of this, forgive me for any weird mistakes and stuff. bit of a change to the script, angie will no longer be a villain, but an obstacle and yes. I am currently the only true villain. the font size joke was very much forced in

this chapter is huskers-bar focused

"Ugh... Fuck"

The growly and gruff voice of Huskers echoed throughout the empty room. They winced as they rolled over in bed, accidentally knocking over a pile of empty bottles. The sound of their clinking was giving them a headache. One shattered at the side of the makeshift bed of their small private room-

Which you can only get at voxtek, come and become a part of the family! Voxtek, trust us with your employment and living quarters-

Ugh, they must be hallucinating... They squinted their eyes, trying to make sense of their surroundings. The migrane wasn't helping. Huskers stared at the ceiling, a little more dazed than usual. They tried to recall what happened, but the past few hours were completely wiped from their memory. It must've been one of those days. They look over at the clock.

It'a about time they get to work...

With one groan they get up, dragging their hands on the floor as they reach for their keys and phone. The room still spun a little, but it's not like they had a choice. They headed towards the door, less than ready, and finally left their sanctuary.

~

"Where the fuck is my cameraman?!" The angry shouting of Val could be heard from behind closed doors. Vox can already hear the glasses breaking and his precious voxtek equipment getting destroyed. The frustration of dealing with that mans temper never stops. Who does he think he is anyway?! Making all these expensive equipment costs money! Precious money! And it doesn't help the fact that he always demands the highest quality cameras too. Besides, why does he need them?! His eyes see in 144p anyway!

It was right at that point when a knife cut through the wooden door and broke yet another piece of expensive furniture. Great. All these were custom made god damn it.

Vox sighed heavily, trying to pinch an imaginary bridge of his nose, before his fingers were met with the flatness of his screen. It was the thought that counts.

"Hey huskers" vox called out with casual annoyance, like he'd rather not be dealing with this right now.

Huskers who had been loading up the latest voxtek equipment paused and turned their attention to Vox. "Yes?" They asked.

"I need you to take over the cameraman duty, our regular isn't showing up on time" Vox explained, already making his way to the door and waving his hand dismissively, muttering something under his breath about killing their regular with a five headed spear later.

Huskers, hurried to put away the box, which they assumed was filled with weird sex toys, and hurried over to Val's door. The knife sticking out of the door was concerning but it wouldn't be the first. Carefully they opened the door, readying themselves to dodge any attack thrown their way. Luckily for them, Val seemed to be distracted with another employee.

"Hi, I'm a stand-in for the cameraman" husk said, sliding over to the cameras sneakily. Val of course noticed and angrily shouted. "Fucking finally! That slut finally sent a bitch. Now chop chop!"

~

The job of a cameraman was not an easy one, especially when the scene in front of you is ridiculous. Not intentionally of course, but husk had to keep it in if they valued their life. Val didn't seem like the type of person who would take that kind of "disrespect" lightly.

"Oh daddy, please don't stack all those donuts on my penis!" Came the overly sexual and whimpering voice of Angie, who finally had gotten that line down without breaking character. A fish demon groaned, both for the act and because this stupid scene had finally been recorded after attempt number 69, much to everyone's relief. Val was getting antsy and would murder some poor employee any second.

Husk didn't know how angie took any of it seriously, even the sexier scenes. The whole scripted aspect felt very silly and goofy.

They guessed it didn't matter though, their job was finally done and they can fuck off from the studio. Husk would not be missing this place. They got up off their chair and just as they were about to head out, Angie, the one and only, had stopped them with an arm on the shoulder.

"Hey there new kid, pleasure-" he said, moaning out that specific word like a bitch in heat "to be doin buisness with ya" he said, offering two hands to shake husks one. Angie leaned against one of the lamps, nearly knocking it over in the process and started eyeing them up and down. "So, what brings ya to this studio?"

Huskers was visibly a little put off by the directness, but they should've expected as much. Everyday an event just reminds them that they are indeed in hell and that only the worst of the worst live here...

Ah, yes the question. "I'm just a stand-in for whoever was here before" They answered, pointing vaguely at the outside world. "Vox asked me to, and honestly doing camerawork is a much lighter load than what I was doing before"

Angie quirked a brow at this, either confused or not expecting that response. It could've honestly been both. His demeanor changed quickly though. "yeah. say, whatchya doin later?" biting his lip, he wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that would make grown men cum on the spot.

"Drowning down my sorrows with liquor" Huskers deadpanned, not biting at that fruit angel was so provocatively dangling in front of them. A scoff from him was expected. what wasn't expected though, was that the scoff was more amused than offended.

"you remind me of someone. say, how do you feel about redemption?"

~

"And these are the cockroaches that won't stop breeding! and this is the wall with a record breaking repairs done to it, and here's Angies dildo collection and-"

"babe, we've talked about this, you don't have to show them everything" Vaggie said, patting charlies shoulder hoping to ease or at least slow down the excited vibrating of her dearly beloved.

"Right, right! Sorry!" Charlie was quick to snap out of it, offering a small kiss to the back of Vaggies palm as an appreciative thank you and returning her attention back to Husk.

Husk was very much overwhelmed. All the energy in the room was making their brain sort-circuit and start buffering. They felt like they were under a microscope and being prodded with electric wires and it was... strangely pleasant. "Uh... Yes hi?"

A very mischievous chuckle came from nearby, one very much at a higher pitch of frequency and- Wait, is that the radio demon?

"Pardon my intrusion, but what is that on your wrist?" Alastor the radio demon said, bending his slutty waist to lean down at Husks eye level. "I believe there's a strict 'no voxtek products' policy here. Did you not bother to read the sign?" Alastor pointed his cane over to the whiteboard, which read:

RULES:

no Voxtek

no Vox

Jambalaya every friday

One of those sexy tentacles reached out, unclipping and retrieving the watch. He held it up in the air in front of everyone to see.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as Vaggie swiftly retrieved her spear from behind her back, pointing it menacingly at Husk "Not another one of these idiots" Vaggie growled, now in her defensive position. Angie and Charlie both flew to husk's defense, meanwhile Husk remained frozen in place. This was how they double died wasn't it?

"It's okay guys, they just work at voxtek. They're okay, I would know. They're harmless" Angie used one set of arms to shield husk and the other to gesture for everyone to ease their guard. The tension did die down a little, but that was fine. The tension in the room slowly began to dissipate, but Angie knew that Charlie would soon work her magic and convince everyone to give Husk a chance, as per usual.

~

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"nun get out! I need to take a shit" dickmaster banged on the hotel's currently singular clean bathroom. The force of their knocking was definitely excessive and damaging to their hands, but it got the desperation of the request-no-demand across.

"you said to help answer asks, so I am doing that... in the toilet" Nun yelled through the door, not even bothering to look towards the door, currently blocking access to Dickmasters relief.

"I doubt that" Dickmaster crossed their arms, and legs. Their bladder was about to fucking explode. Just at that moment a ding went off on their phone.

'nunalastor just posted: anonymous asked...'.

huh.

guess they were actually answering asks in there.

"Okay fine but I still need to shit! Do your answering outside!"

"I'll get out after one more ask" Nun chuckled, knowing full well, they weren't about to stop the torment anytime soon.

"Your eyesight is piss poor. I doubt you can even read anything on your phone"

"You'll just have to wait and see~"

And of course, as any normal sane person would do in this situation, Dickmaster decided to start banging on the door until either nun had enough and left or until the door broke and they murdered nun themself.

"I bet your phone's font size is 230%-"

~

All that banging attracted the attention of Husk, who had been wandering around the room with Angie. They weren't walking together, but their paths were the same.

"What's that noise?"

"Oh that? That's just our marketing team doing their job"

"Sounds like fucking... Are they fucking?"

"HA, doubt it..." there was a pause, both in the speech and in the walk. "Maybe, sex sells afterall" Angie shrugged and continued walking forward.

"seems counterproductive for a place made for rehabilitation..."

Husk couldn't help but be curious. This hotel had turned out to be everything they hadn't expected from Hell. The residents were surprisingly pleasant, and even the staff, though weird as fuck, weren't as unbearable as the other sinners in Hell. Now that they thought about it, Charlie never mentioned a marketing staff. She seemed so excited to share about the hotel and it's people. One would think she wouldn't forget to mention them, right?

unable to resist the curiousity, Husk had to know who they were. They quietly sneaked towards the source of the banging. They rounded the corner and was met with an... Interesting visual. One demon, black eyes with yellow pupils desperately pounding on a door.

Dickmaster paused their relentless banging, a feeling of being watched washing over them. Their head snapped immediately in Husk's direction, locking eyes with them. Their expression displayed emotional as well as physical constipation.

Husk froze, their body stiffening like a board. Had they interrupted something? Should they make a break for it? The state of being caught in such an awkward situation was undeniably terrifying. With a rigid and awkward wave, Husk managed an awkward smile. And then they realised-

"Are you nunalastor? You look just like your profile picture"

FUCK, they're going to get accused of being a stalker.

[perhapstextjesus]

Quick question for mod, is this priest a supporter of the queer community? 🤔

OOC: Uhhhhh, I don't know. I would say he wouldn't like actively supporting it (etc, you wouldn't see him waving a pride flag around), but he wouldn't be rude about people's decisions or actively hate. Basically, he leaves them alone because he's knows they have free will, and it's none of his business, really. If any of that makes sense.

The most he will do is just call someone by their preferred pronouns/chosen name.

[fordofthefalls]

(OOC: Hey mod! Am back with another character, mostly because I'm a geek and I like Dr who so have my Timelord Stanford -@gftimelord :D)

*A loud crash echoed from a nearby broom closet in the Mystery Shack, followed by a plume of grey smoke and a string of curses. Boxes and various objects scattered into the hallway as a figure in a familiar beige trench coat shakily rose to his feet. He waved his arms around in a futile attempt to clear the smoke, coughing harshly.*

“Oh, that is a proper mess! Ugh.”

*The man huffed, coughing into his hand as he stumbled out of the smoke and into clearer view. But the moment he noticed he wasn’t alone, he froze, locking eyes with the other man in the room. His expression shifted from irritation to shock. This… this was not his dimension.*

“Uh… greetings?”

*It was like staring into a mirror, though the other man appeared a bit younger. His trench coat was nearly identical, but his eyes—those were the eyes of someone who had seen more than his share of time and dimensions. Still, despite the clear depth of knowledge, the younger man seemed just as awkward and out of place as ever.*

(I hope this is okay! Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this tho!)

Stanford Pines had been dozing, a hand leaning on his cheek and causing his bifocals to skew on his face. His jaw was slack and he was starting to breathe evenly, the obvious onset of sleep. His face began to slowly slide down his hand, and was moments from threatening to make his face hit the table when he heard a loud crash.

And this crash was LOUD. Ford was on his feet IMMEDIATELY, barely conscious but already moving to grab the high tech firearm strapped under his sweater. His trench coat had been left draped over a nearby chair and he blinked blearily, his glasses falling off as he brandished his firearm defensively.

Shaking his head, he stared at... himself? A blur that looked like himself? Stanley? Of course, it was to be expected. It wasn't something that surprised him anymore. Yet, having just woken up, and the fact he wasn't wearing his glasses made him a lot more defensive.

"Stanley?!" He exclaimed, "Or... you! You foul demon, I told you that if I ever saw you again I'd blow you into a million pieces! I've got a new gun now and it will blast your atoms across the room! I've destroyed you once and I can do it again!!"

[mullet-stanley]

*Someone resembling Ford would stumble out of a nearby entryway; wasn't that just a convenience store? He looked oddly quite a bit older as he slammed the glass door shut with his foot, a slightly irate expression on his face.*

"Ugh- that is the last time I am visiting that dimension! Plfh! Furball."

*He even sounded like Ford, but a bit more... goofy? If it seemed sane. The man glanced around a bit before seeing Stan and blinking in surprise. He waved at the guy with a smile, there was no mistaking those six fingers anywhere.*

"Oh! Hello there Stanley! It has been a while since I've seen you like that... I wonder what universe or timeline I'm possibly intruding into now..."

*The figure didn't seem to fixate on it much however, pulling some odd tool out of his coat as it made a high-pitched whir and glowed blue on one end. He pointed it at an adjacent exit door and it swung open as if on command; swirling lights and colors of all kinds swimming in the entranceway like a psychedelic show.*

"Now, as much as I'd love to stay and chat— there's somewhere I've got to be and I'm already awfully late. Maybe one day I'll return and we can talk! Or perhaps you'd find me, you'd be surprised how often shenanigans like that ensue."

*Before walking into the odd exit door, this Ford waved once again; flashing his six fingers at Stanley and walking through as the metal door shut behind him. The portal he'd someone created was also gone just like he was.*

[OOC: from @gftimelord; I hope this is okay! Feel free to ignore if you don't want to do this though mod! Just thought I'd drop something in, love your blog too btw!]

WAIT! Sixer, come back!

Stan runs up to the door and bangs on it desperately

no no no no no! Damnit!

he sinks to the ground, head in his hands

fuck…you’re going crazy, Stan…get it together…

Stan sits there, processing what just happened. As disappointed he is that he didn’t get to talk to this new version of Ford, this encounter gives him a new hope that his brother is still out there, somewhere between dimensions, and that maybe getting him back isn’t a lost cause.

[wing-wave]

Hi wing wave!

My name is wingnut (obviously) and im just here to have fun!

All you need to know is that I like anime, vocaloid, and just simply talking with my family

DNI: lgbtq+phobia, heavy nsfw, proshipping, incest, pedophillia, zoophiles, ableism, racism, sexism, and just people who are weird…

[she/her pronouns for wingnut, they/them for stb!]

[when u see these parentheses, that means mod is ooc]

[mod is a minor, so pls don’t be weird!]

And that’s all I have for now! See you later! ^_^

[demonprodigyy]

*small wave*

HIII!!!! chuuyas been spending a LOT more time on his phone recently and i wanted to see what my dog was up to on here!! slacking off is hard to do send me things to answer!!!

OOC: hey hey! its be again with a new blog, this is a 16 dazai blog!! dazai will use they/he and mod uses any prns!!

the other blogs i run are listed on @haruu-luv this will prob become a oblivious soukoku blog because when does it not

divider creds to cafe kitsune!!

[bakingcakeroll]

uh cosmo? are you okay ( ´･_･`)? the tag system is usually with tumblr, did you not have it? -🌘

- @2-toons-2-twists [ Waves at you, hi cosmo... how are you feeling after uhh being aware. oh and astro can use tags, he just doesnt see the ooc ones ]

i'm. fine

the tag system for me let me put the tag 'cosmo responds' or something . but it didnt let me edit that tag or add any tags-- said something about 'something glitched!'. i guess i see why now.

hello to you too, and i quote, 'two toons, two twists mod'! i feel. so free

i feel like i know what's going to happen to me. and i know i'm gonna lose all my memories of this after 3 more asks-- but, better to enjoy it instead of dread it, amiright?

.. one of the tags that clearly state my up coming doom is dread, anyways. i'm gonna twist on the fourteenth, so i guess i'd just feel happy with what i have right now!

I KNOW 4/7

[kaitookuya]

“ I am Kaito Okuya! Nice to meet you, I'm 16 years old and I have a twin brother Minato Okuya! ”

╭ ﹫BASIC INFO

┊ this is an oc from rhodagram, made by my bestie,

┊ 〔 @fimikoru 〕 ⸝⸝ credits to them + art creds as well!!

╰ HI FIMI HI WAVES IM RPING AS YOUR SON

╭ ﹫ROLEPLAY STYLE

┊mainly semi-lit, will do casual / crack occasionally!

╰ i love rping, so do interact!! very friendly :)

╭ ﹫OC INFO — PRISONER 03.

┊kaito okuya, minato okuya’s older twin

┊16 years old, 166cm / 5’5

┊birthday ; 15 november , blood type ; o

┊likes . bubbles, ramune soda, minato, green peppers

╰ dislikes . carrots, anything that hurts minato

╭ ﹫CURRENT RHODAGRAM INFO

┊trial 1 . innocent

┊trial 2 . guilty

╰ — so far no injuries sustained.

╭ ﹫TRIAL 1 APPEARANCE v

┊TRIAL 2 APPEARANCE ^

╰ REFERENCE SHEET ^

╭ ﹫EXTRA — PLEASE READ

┊do ask about lore / rhodagram + other prisoners!!

┊please, please specify which trial kaito you want..

┊because mainly, i’ll be rping as t1 kaito! unless…?

┊their warden is called izumi!

╰ rhodagram is still currently ongoing — trial 2

╭ ﹫ABOUT MOD

┊moderated by @eslover , 16 years old as well!

╰ more info + dni can be checked out here!

╭ ﹫TAGGING SYSTEM

┊. requested items -> important/announcements

┊. 000 - 010 -> prisoners + es tag!

┊. 0?? / ??? / !!! -> ocs / anon / ooc blogs!

┊. t1 kaito -> trial 1 kaito posts!

┊. t2 kaito -> trial 2 kaito posts!

┊. hey - a message! -> asks!

┊. its comfy honestly! -> fluff ish stuff?

┊. play video games! -> ooc posts/rbs

┊. USING TELEPATHY?! -> crack

┊. i’ll text you my smile later -> ooo.. angst.

┊. eh - neutral i guess -> REBLOGS

╰ more to be added soon!

* mod is okay with any type/genre of rp besides nsfw.

AS ALWAYS ALL ARTWORKS ARE BY FIMIKORU!!!

“ Please get along with him as well!!

He hs ldzmr dudqxsghmf… ”