#some of it is torn from an rp with him

[sumwan]

/dsmp /rp

Thinking again about how Dream's trust in other people got irrevocably torn down throughout the prison arc. How even after all the blackmailing and all the murder attempts, Dream had expected people to be fair and play by the rules. To keep their word, just like he always did.

But then Sam almost immediately deviated from the prison protocol. He isolated and starved Dream, he let a torturer in and trapped Dream's one chance of escape in the cell with him. Sapnap threatened to kill him if he ever got out. And it got to the point where Dream believed that Techno, one of his only allies, would not even come back for him.

When he was finally free, Dream decided that the only option left was to kill everyone who was against him and Punz. Otherwise, he thought the others would "force" them to revive whoever they killed. It wouldn't surprise me if he imagined that this "forcing to revive" would likely entail torture. He had already seen how far some people were willing to go for the power of revival, after all.

No longer would Dream give people the benefit of the doubt. No longer would he trust them to treat him fairly, to see him as a person. Either they sided with him, or they died.

[rp-partnerfinder]

Sup! ✌️

Currently looking for new partners, i've been away for a while and i'm trying to get back into rps now that i have a little bit more of time.

21yo looking for a 18+ rp partner to write silly stuff with.

I'm semi lit to lit but i'm also very flexible and can adapt to you (i'm a bit rusty so please be patient)

I mostly use disc but i'm not against using tumblr to rp

I like to gush and yap about our characters, fandoms and plot ideas for hours

I really enjoy AUs and if you got some ideas I would love to hear them and play them out

Really into very mixed genre (specially rps and plots with lots characters and things going on

interested in doing fandom (willing to double up) or fandomless rps, i have many ideas and i'm always open

M/F or M/M, I usually prefer to play the male on M/F and on M/M i prefer to play the dominant rol

The fandoms I'm interested in doing (the characters in bold are the ones I wanna play):

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss: Lute/Adam, Charlie/Alastor, Moxxie/Millie, Blitzo/Stolas, Stella/Striker

Lackadaisy: Freckle/Pepper

Adventure time: Fionna/Hunter (Hunter Wizard), Fionna/Marshall, Finn/Huntress

Final fantasy vii: Cloud/Tifa, Zack/Cissnei, Zack/Cloud

Dorohedoro: Kaiman (Aikawa, Kai, Ai)/Nikaido

Cyberpunk 2077 edgerunners: Rebecca/David

And now for some of my fandomless rp ideas:

An assassin from an enemy Kingdom sneaks into the castle disguised as one of the maids to kill the king but what she doesn't know is that the king is having an affair with said maid

A jaded, war torn warrior who's paid to hunt down a quirky Witch and ends up falling for her

An Ex-Witch Hunter who lost his wife and daughter sets on a journey with a witch to reach the border of the country on an atempt to help her escape from the hunt

A gangster tired from his criminal life decides to cut ties with his gang and runs away in search of a new life, but his boss sends someone to drag him back either dead or alive.

Thanks for reading, if you are interested interact with this post and i'll reach out to you~

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[pupstim]

KKKKKKNO But Actually this is really big for Badboyhalo. Badboyhalo moving into Leo's room and then Doubling down??? Something that Like this is some big consequences Like... UGH Just Bad Usually NEVER touches an egg's room, he never moves in or messes with an Egg's room. He'll place more stuff but also tries to keep things in order and just... I feel like with this of Badboyhalo moving into LEO's room is really showcasing just HOW much he's hurting and how thin his sanity is getting and just how close he is from snapping entirely. And usually if you pester him one or two times he'll laugh and put things back to normal but he's doubling down...

Like him Telling Baghera that hurting herself won't do anything and instead she should lash out and burn something of Foolish's down, He's getting so violent and so MEAN, there's still bits and spots of him from before the eggs were taken but hes just... so different and so so mean now. This is not neg on his character at all I actually this is SO FUCKING gOOD It's like... It's the little things of his character, the little threats and acts of violence, not being as helpful to people, pulling some pranks that kill a lot or hurt people or do significant damage to the landscape.

There's a lot of people talking about how Bad sounds now as well, and they're so correct, the first couple of days before acceptance he was so monotone and quiet and just sounded miserable. and now a few days after while he's torturing the worker and working on the soulsteal potion and looking like he's either getting corrupted or getting torn up and he sounds manic and just i dunno I feel like we're on a rollercoaster, getting right to the top and we're looking at the drop just a good push about to go over and get that thrill.

Just... I love Bad's storytelling so much, he's been slowly ramping up his instability and urges for violence along with his changes in his skin. It's all deliberate and it's so subtle that those not with him constantly wouldn't really recognize it! Even now I'm kinda wondering if maybe I'm reading too much into it but I just feel like BBH becoming more violent is not an accident and all his actions are quite deliberate with the lore drips. He's so good at RP...

AND Him telling but not telling Foolish and Baghera some of the TWO people who know him the most besides maybe Etoiles and Forever. He's basically telling them but not telling them about the Federation worker in his basement and I think Baghera instantly clocks that he's done something BAD But she also trusts him and I think that's because she's only been around Bad for a few days so she doesn't know how bad he's gotten and she's going through her own lore and stuff with the Federation.

He is just cooking up something so good with this and I AM STILL NOT OVER ACCEPTANCE. He probably knew this was something that was going to happen, or that some negative consequence was going to happen. He knew that he'd either hurt himself or the other islanders or probably both and he STILL chose to do this. These consequences are not accidental or something q!bbh didn't think of he probably knew something like this would happen and he's still accepting that as the price to pay to get his kids back. Just... He's literally going to burn down the whole island for those kids and I am so fucking excited to see it.

[crowsource]

🐦‍⬛ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 —quotes taken from the first novel in rebecca ross' letters of enchantment duology. some edits have been made to allow for rp purposes. feel free to adjust for pronouns/names/etc.

❝ It takes courage to let down your armor, to welcome people to see you as you are. ❞

❝ I can’t risk having people behold me as I truly am. ❞

❝ You will miss so much by being so guarded. ❞

❝ I don't think you realize how strong you are. ❞

❝ Sometimes strength isn't swords and steel and fire, as we are so often made to believe. Sometimes it's found in quiet, gentle places. ❞

❝ I hope you will find your place, wherever you are. ❞

❝ I think we all wear armor. I think those who don’t are fools, risking the pain of being wounded by the sharp edges of the world, over and over again. ❞

❝ I am coming to love him, in two different ways. Face to face, and word to word. ❞

❝ I am destined to always be at war within myself. ❞

❝ Your grief will never fully fade; it will always be with you--a shadow you carry in your soul--but it will become fainter as your life becomes brighter. ❞

❝ You are not alone. ❞

❝ I never told you that I love you. And I regret that, most of all. ❞

❝ That’s it. You’re doing great, ____. ❞

❝ I think there is a magical link between you and me. A bond that not even distance can break. ❞

❝ It’s not a crime to feel joy, even when things seem hopeless. ❞

❝ ____, look at me. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I intend to see that you have it. ❞

❝ I don’t want to wake up when I’m seventy-four only to realize I haven’t lived. ❞

❝ I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to leave, and even then, we might need to negotiate. ❞

❝ I realize that people are just people, and they carry their own set of fears, dreams, desires, pains, and mistakes. ❞

❝ I can’t expect someone else to make me feel complete; I must find it on my own. ❞

❝ I pray that my days will be long at your side. ❞

❝ Let me fill and satisfy every longing in your soul. May your hand be in mine, by sun and by night. ❞

❝ Let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust. Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine. ❞

❝ I’m not afraid to be alone, but I’m tired of being the one left behind. ❞

❝ I broke my engagement, quit my job, and traveled six hundred kilometers into war-torn land to be with you. ❞

❝ And yet I keep moving forward. On some days, I’m afraid, but most days, I simply want to achieve those things I dream of. ❞

❝ Let us make our names exactly what we want them to be. ❞

❝ How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it? ❞

❝ I am so afraid. And yet how I long to be vulnerable and brave when it comes to my own heart. ❞

❝ I grew something living in a season of death. ❞

❝ I don’t think you can even begin to understand what your words mean to me. ❞

❝ I want your hand to be in mine, no matter what comes. ❞

❝ You’re distracting me, ____. ❞

❝ Endings were often found in beginnings. ❞

❝ By law, we’re both legal adults who can drink and be formally charged for murder. ❞

❝ Be safe. Be well. I’ll write soon. ❞

[defectedrockstar]

Careful: She Bites

(Closed rp with @absoluteangsty

Chai was unlike most drones that lived in the bunkers. He was a drone who marched to the beat of his own drumb. Literally, in his case, his programming had a massive error that was disregarded as it didn't get in the way of his duties. He constantly hears music, the world moving to the beat of it. He can select the music, at least, but sometimes music plays on its own. Shouldn't have been jamming out during an update.

Besides the programming, the drone stood out as he needed to be repaired a lot. Getting into constant accidents in cartoonish ways that lead him to be injured. Most parts had to be replaced, and at one point, he lost the use of his right arm. He went from having a sleek design like everyone to a more mix of sleek and bulky. His new right arm had a large shoulder piece, the joints looked thinner than the rest, and he only had four fingers.

The rest of him had some plating, leading to a mix match of pure white metallic to stainless steel. His accent color was red, shown by his visor and the red scarf and shirt he wore. He didn't look much like a garbage collector. His yellow bomber jacket, torn jeans, and sneakers matched more of a rockstar. He even dyed his hair brunette with a yellow lightning themed streak.

On the job of collecting scraps, Chai was currently jamming out to music. His visor showed off the beat of the music. He snapped his fingers and tapped his foot while using a magnetic rod to draw in metallic parts all around. He hummed to the beat over until he shouted the lyrics, "I WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE!"

[team-apostasy-official]

Hello Rotomblr.

I am Eris. I am the leader of Team Apostasy. I will not let anyone derail me from my goal.

We are Team Apostasy. I assure you, we mean you no harm. Our goal is for the good of all.

Since the beginning, we humans have lived under the tyrannical rule of our 'Gods'.

'Gods' that have contributed to multiple catastrophic disasters. 'Gods' that have caused wars, 'Gods' that have torn up families.

We have had enough. Humanity will be playthings no longer.

You may think I am just another leader of another team, but you are wrong. My goal is not to rule you, my goal is simply to free humanity from the beings who treat us like their personal Durant farm.

I understand if you are sceptical, I will not blame you. I simply ask you to consider.

I am Eris, this is our revolution.

Sign up here

Ooc:

Apostasy: the abandonment or renunciation of a religious belief

I realized the characterization I had in my head and the characterization on the blog were two different things, not to mention the previous team name was awful, so I gave into my impulses and my friend enabling me and here it is! Yayyyy!!!

Warnings: Self-deprication, Dissociation, Self destruction, Disordered eating, Substance abuse, Very minor references to self harm and suicide, Goal of the team is to overthrow all god-status legendaries, Minor mentions of pokemon abuse, This is an AU of Emmet and I know some people don't like seeing him as a villain. Feel free to ask if you need a tag! Also, he's the unreliablest of narrators so a lot of what he says isn't accurate.

You can find my rp hub here: @plutos-roleplay-hub

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Artfight

Everything sfw except magic anons are good! In character anon hate verrrry encouraged

[pines-square]

(OOC POST)

Hiiii!!! Welcome to Pines Square, basically it’s a newsies district for me and a few of my friend’s ocs(they’ll be tagged with their characters)

Boundaries:

No NSFW!!! All the ocs and most of the creators are MINORS

I dunno about shipping tbh…it really depends on the oc; but as a basis assume there’s no shipping…

INFO:

The district leader of Pines Square is Jittery!!!(my oc) the second in command being Songbird/Birdie

Feel free to ask questions to any(or all or more than one of) the characters!!! RP interactions may be aloud for certain characters! Just ask :33

Pines square is oddly foresty for a New York town and selling isn’t always the fastest- which is why not many newsies live there.

[OC INTROS]

Name: Jesse “Jittery” Monroe

Owner: @coffeeistired

Age: 14

Sexuality: they dunno anymore…aroace spec??

Pronouns: They/Them

Inventory: coins, random rocks, the other glove(they only wear one) and a small notepad

^ district leader

Name: Kenneth “Mouser” Stewart

Owner: @elmer-not-the-glue

Age: 15

Sexuality / gender: ??? Bro’s just chilling…(he/him, I think)

Inventory: random stuff he picks up!!

Name: Max “Match/Matchstick” Harris

Owner: @thegreatbuttoneer

Age: 15

Sexuality: grayromantic asexual

Pronouns: He/They (AFAB at birth)

Inventory: two matchboxes, one cheap one and one from a fancy bar. (Hasn’t actually been in that bar, found it dropped outside,) scraps of torn up old newspapers or wood, probably a couple dried leaves too

Dating Birdie/Songbird!!

Name: Juliette ‘ Church / Church Bell’ Crowe

Owner: @plxtonixm

Age: 17

Sexuality: ???

Gender: Agender, fem presenting

Inventory: Inventory: notebook and pencil, a penny whistle, half a loaf of bread, bandages, a couple penny candies

Name: Salis “Scrabble” Lovell

Owner: @just-david-jacobs

Age: 17, but if anyone asks 18

Sexuality: ???

Gender: man.

Inventory: newspaper scraps, old charcoal peices

Name: Kit “Songbird(fem)/Birdie(masc)” Caggiano

Owner: @finchesslingshott

Age: 16

Sexuality: ???

Gender: genderfuild (she/they/he- fem presenting)

Inventory: songwriting notebook, pan flute stolen from an antique store, some loose change, a couple half-broken pencils, their mother's locket

Dating Match!!

Name: Harvey ‘Giraffe’ Byrne

Owner: @piece-of-moss

Age: 15

Gender: FTM, He/They

Inventory: a piece of rope that they use as a leash when needed for Nettle, a scrap of paper with his favorite poem, a stolen bracelet

*Nettle is his dog

Name: Tai ‘Twig’ Saylor

Owner: @twig-collector

Gender:doesn’t know, any pronouns

Sexuality: ???

Inventory: silver necklace given by mother, newspaper scraps with quotes they like

Name: Maíz ‘Pages’ Farest

Owner: @thatmusicaltheaternerd

Gender: transmasc non-binary (he/they)

Sexuality: ace + pan

Inventory: a book or a journal and pen, a ||switchblade|| their glasses and the case, at least three rings (they collect them, and sometimes make them too), and a couple guitar picks

Name: Marcus ‘Baozhi’ Chung

Owner: @crazed-lamb-leg-enthusiast

Gender: man.

Sexuality: confused???

Inventory: haw flakes, a reusable shopping bag and a pair of flip flops in his inventory

[nocturius8015ficore]

**UPDATED VERSION September 21**

Nocturius: Oh? What is it? A fanfiction on tumblr, how quaint!! :O

I did that one for the 1 month anniversary of my Fi-Core facebook page. I was pleasantly surprise to have the beginning of a community and nice interactions with other -Core pages. English is my second language (after French) so I was very insecure about writing actual fanfiction but after a bit of RP with some of my followers, I decide to try it anyway. It's just fanfictions, not a 5000$ writing contest...

So, I wanted to celebrate that anniversary with my followers, the story is a little bit 4th wall-breaking meta but roughly, it's just a sweet moment between Parja and Fi.

PS: The ''comlink party'' was just a Fi-Core facebook page thingy of us sharing ''glimmik music'' posts and talking osik around it. XD

tagging: @the-rain-on-kamino (tell me folks if you want me to tag you in the next one!)

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Fandom: Star Wars Republic Commando books by Karen Traviss

Characters: Fi Skirata and Parja

Rating: Family-friendly ** Fairly accessible to people who don't know RepCom **

Topic: Slice of life, anxiety, romance

Pitch: Fi is missing her wife after a few weeks of busy work. He fear she might be losing interest about their relationship.

It has been weeks since Parja got back from town. She has been busy at her workshop while Fi stayed with the aliit.

‘’ I should have gone with her. ‘’ said Fi to himself.

During winter, there wasn’t a lot of back and forth between locations. Clan Skirata lived in a hidden base called Kyrimorut. This was his home now. A real home. With family and friends. Everything Fi’s ever had dreamt for.

Well, almost. Niner, Darman and Delta squad were still stuck as Imperial Commandos. Still no news of Sev.

Fi was getting nervous, Parja was about to come back in any minute. He made an effort to look his best. Freshly shaved, tooth brushed, combed his mid-long haircut. However, his nervousness turned into actual anxiety.

‘’ Fierfek…What if she is getting bored of me already? ‘’

Parja and him were married since nearly the day the Republic turned into the Empire. But he was still injured back then. Nowadays, he technically didn’t need her to nurse him anymore. Getting better gave him very mixed feelings though. She used to take care of him like a devoted mom when he was in his worst state. Unable to walk, talk nor feed himself. It wasn’t the kind of love story he had imagined for himself. He was torn between his longing for attention and his wish to be fit for her. Be seen as a real man. He didn’t want pity-love, but would have taken it anyway. Clones usually weren’t that lucky.

Then she arrived. In full Mandalorian armor like most Mandalorian women did it for traveling. Fi looked at her and didn’t even try to hide his smile.

‘’ Don’t stand like this, help me with the grocerie’s bags! ‘’ she said, mildly amused, taking off her helmet.

‘’ Yes ma’am! ‘’

He was distracted by the sight of her thick braids and the cute kama around her thighs but snapped out his mind to help her.

‘’ What have you done while I was gone? ‘’

‘’ I’m… I’ve been useless. I only wrote and shared memes on my datapad... ‘’

‘’ No need to worry about it, that’s ok. Did you have fun? Did you make any new friends? ‘’

‘’  Mhh, yes actually! ‘’ said Fi, grinning. ‘’ I didn’t expect much at first, but the Facebook Star Wars coremunity is quite nice! I met other clones, kept in touch with Atin and Scorch on their -Core-pages.  Met sweet civilians like Jack, Amanda and Lacy who liked my post daily. I even met friendly Imperials! One of them was kind enough to share a comicbook with us. Another one sent us a barrel of spotchka and did a thingy with my avatar's face and his as a token of friendship.’’

‘’ That’s great! I couldn't be there for your comlink private party you threw the other day, but I brought something for you and your friends. Look in the box.‘’

Fi looked on the table and saw a big white box which smelled very nice.

‘’…Is that what I think it is? ‘’

‘’ Yep. Uj cakes with cinnamon and honey! You may share it with all your followers and the ones who are yet to come when they read that fic.‘’

She took one of the cakes, took a bite and fed the rest playfully to her overjoyed husband. Then she kissed him on the nose.

‘’ Happy 1 month anniversary to your Fi-Core page! ‘’

He kissed her on the forehead as she hugged him. His heartbeats went even faster when he felt her fingers unstrapping his armor plates.

‘’ ...and let’s have that private party! ‘’ she whispered to his ear.''

Fi-Core/Nocturius 5th of February 2024/ updated 21 September

[chaifootsteps]

Imagine being shamed into thinking somethings wrong with you for pointing out that celebrating a r*pist is a bad thing.

That original comment had been deleted, and Viv's stans are saying shit like "lol gottem" "get wrecked" "destroyed" "Oh no when the villian is villainous"

I don't even fucking care anymore. I hate Viv. I hate her stans. I hate her cult. I hate the shows she's created and the damage she's doing.

Just for reference, I am a victim of sexual abuse and assault and r*pe. I have written/read stories and have done RPs that have disturbing elements and r*pe.

I will never condone those things. Ever.

I will never romanticize those things. Those things are fucking ugly. And if you're going to try your hand at serious subject matters, treat them like the scary, ugly, nasty things that they are.

Viv is gonna keep Millie's su*cide attempt in. The stans will champion her for handling it "so well" and no ONE will criticize her. If they do, they'll get blasted into oblivion.

I hope Brandon and others can get the fuck away from her. Ashley, Michael, and Goose (and others) are dodging some big fucking bullets right now.

And full disclosure, I don't care if people like Val. I don't care if they think he's a fun villain, that he has a cool design, even find him attractive.

Don't you fucking dare make the people watching your show feel like they're wrong, or that they'll be torn apart if they disagree.

[doublejango]

Starter for our beloved daddy hoot hoot, @stolas-arsgoetia-rp

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"From what I understand," the smooth-voiced bastard purred, his taloned foot pressing down harder on Blitz's windpipe, "you don't have the... shall we say, protection? That you once enjoyed. Did you think, little imp, that the rest of us wouldn't notice? That we were unaware of what Stolas was doing?" One of the Goetia's toes curled in, digging the talon in harder against Blitz's throat; if the imp's skin weren't so tough, it would already have torn open, but it was already on the verge as it was.

Blitz's feet scrabbled uselessly against the ground, but his hands were both wrapped around Vepar's leg. Snarling, he squeezed as hard as he could--but he was learning. Fuck, he was learning. He knew now just how gentle Stolas had always been with him, how careful. The Goetia were Hellborn, but they were so far above the imps when it came to their powers, their strength, their resilience... If Stolas has wanted to, ever wanted to, he could have crushed Blitz like an insect and never needed to look back, and all of Blitz's strength would've been useless to stop him--just as it was now, barely enough to even slow this fucker down. Still, he wasn't going to give up. Snarling, he squeezed and twisted, digging his own claws in as hard as he could.

"Yeah, birdboy? You like watching, huh?" Blitz's eyes were half-lidded as he said it, his grin one of pure suggestion, despite the fact that he might well be fighting for his damned life here. "I never figured you for the type, but hey, what do I know? Those who can't, watch. Or something like that."

"It's those who can't do, teach," Vepar corrected in exasperation. He pushed harder, leaning into it. "What did Stolas see in you?"

That actually got through to Blitz, a question that touched on too damn much trauma--a question that immediately triggered the anger. "Maybe he liked someone else seeing him," he snapped, and he bucked as hard as he could--not to get this beautiful damn bird off of him, because that wasn't going to work, but to get his tail out from under himself. His tail, and the weapon clipped around the spade, which this arrogant fucking bird probably hadn't noticed.

Vepar laughed. His rich voice was so low and warm, but the laugh came out as a titter, light and airy and sweet.

Blitz hated it. Someone who was trying to fucking kill him shouldn't sound so sweet.

"What is there to look at, imp? As far as Goetia go, Prince Stolas really is rather plain. He's--" But whatever else the bird might have been about to say was choked off by a screech of shocked pain.

Blitz snarled, thrusting the blade in deeper to the man's thigh with every ounce of strength his damn tail possessed. And the second he felt the foot on his throat lose its grip, he twisted free, rolling away entirely from the beautiful monster. Now would be the time to run--but that would be the smart choice.

Blitz wasn't known for making those.

Vepar was gripping his leg, black blood pumping out and flowing down. He looked up in surprise and seemed to be about to say something--and Blitz bowled into him. This fucker had abducted him. Mocked him. Tried to kill him. Mocked Stolas. After how horrible the last few weeks had been since Verosika's party, low as Blitz's spirits were, worn down as his resilience was, he was done. Done, done, done, done....

-

It was early morning, just before the sky would begin to lighten towards its usual red, that Blitz came to. When he tried to sit up, his head and neck seemed to explode with pain, throbbing and stiff. Swearing under his breath, he pushed himself to a sitting position. His entire body hurt, it felt trashed, but he was alive. For a moment, he didn't understand why he hadn't expected to be alive...

But then he saw the feathers.

Beautiful iridescent blue-green feathers, strewn across a marble floor. Blood everywhere. Some of that had to be Blitz's, he was torn to shreds, but more of is, so much more, had to belong to the Goetia laying there...

Motionless.

Blitz's eyes widened and everything in him went still. He stared, willing the man to move, to breathe--but he didn't. After long minutes passed, each an eternity, Blitz finally started to crawl towards him. The blood under his hands was cold, sticky, half-dry. The feathers stuck to him. He was vaguely aware of his own wounds, gouges and lacerations all over him, but he couldn't stop to think about them. He had to know...

Hand trembling, he reached out and rested it on Vepar's chest--and immediately covered his mouth with his other hand, to keep in his horrified cursing. Vepar was cold. There was no life in that body. No life, no movement, nothing. He was cold and dead.

Don't panic. Don't fucking panic. You just... you just murdered a fucking Duke or whatever the fuck he was, you just murdered a Goetia, it's fine. It's fine. It's fine... don't... just... just keep your shit together. He was going to be fucking executed for this. He--fuck. Fuck. Blitz started digging through Vepar's feathers. He didn't remember how the fight ended, but it obviously had ended, and it had been his victory, and--

There.

Buried in the Goetia's stomach. A glittering angelic-steel blade, of sorts. A beautifully filigreed spade-cap, made to clip around the end of his tail, deadly-sharp on both sides... and it had gone up through the Goetia's belly and into his heart.

With shaking hands and huge eyes, Blitz pulled it out. He put it back on, not wanting to carry it. The Duke's blood, dripping from it, weighed it down more than ever. Fuck, it was a newer weapon to him, but it was so light, and he had only just started wearing it and--when did I do this? When did I kill him? HOW? How...?

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Blitz got to his feet, shaking. Hating this. He remembered taunting the fucker, remembered the start of the fight...

A sharp sound made him jump, then swear. It sounded like pots and pans were starting to be clattered in the kitchen. Of course. This fucker probably had staff. They were going to get up for the day and fucking, and fucking find him.

Blitz smashed through the nearest window without a second thought.

-

He should have gone home. He really, really should have gone fucking home. He meant to go home. But home was so far away, and when he passed by Stolas's palace, the familiar longing, the ache of the lost happiness, the realization that after this shit, he was never going to get to see him again because there was no way these fuckers weren't going to find him...

Blitz climbed the fence. It didn't matter that his wounds were starting to ache, that he could feel slit flesh gaping open. It didn't matter that his hands felt cold and numb, or that his tail still felt strange and heavy with the weight of the life he had taken. He just needed to see Stolas one more time. And given how early it was, Stolas was probably still asleep. Which meant as long as Blitz was quiet, as long as he just perched on the balcony railing and watched, maybe he could get a few minutes of pretending before everything fell apart.

He wasn't particularly graceful, but he made it up to the balcony off Stolas's bedroom and hunched there, like the worst sort of gargoyle, looking in at the darkened space. He didn't even know if Stolas was in there, but all the same, just being here... it felt... It felt like... Fuck. Blitz swallowed down the rising tide of emotion.

Just a few minutes. Just a few minutes, and then he would go.

[heystovepipeboys]

who the hell is lew?, for the wip game please. (i’m shaking like a wet chihuahua, jessi)

Ready for the angst? This is some more delicious whumpy Nix self-indulgence. MCU Winter Soldier AU, Nix going on the run after the events of CA:TWS, based on some amazingly satisfying rp threads Gwen and I wrote a while back. (@batmanschmatman you write Dick so good <33)

Currently, it's not really in a fic format at all and needs a bunch of reworking but here is a little snippet:

He can remember remembering, before. Things came back to him in confused flashes that he had no context for but he clung to each little scrap desperately all the same. When he remembered too much of himself to stand the monster HYDRA had turned him into, he'd fought back, screamed himself hoarse, tried to disappear into whatever city his target was in, and they’d always found him and they’d always brought him back. They'd strapped him down in the chair, fried his brain until there was nothing left but their weapon. Then they’d sent him out to take out another target, wiped him once more for good measure, and put him on ice until they needed him again. There’s a tiny twisted part of him that crawls with a desperate longing for the clarity of the chair, the conductor pads pressing at his temples, that blinding white pain and the blank slate he became after. It feels like too much is written inside his brain now and he doesn't know how he's supposed to handle any of it. Christ, he wishes he could get drunk. From his place in the back room with the torn-up floor and graffiti-covered walls and broken glass in the corners, he hears the squeak and grind of the front door hinges clearly. He barely shifts. That was part of the charm of this wreck of a place – other than it just feeling like an appropriate outward expression of what a fucking wreck he feels inside – those rusty hinges. No one's sneaking up on him. He’s got a sidearm and a combat knife (not to mention the goddamn arm) but he doesn't jump to get into a fighting stance or reach for his weapons. He doesn't feel like doing anything at all, so he really hopes it's not whatever remains of HYDRA trying to reclaim their asset. (Does he hope it's Captain America, coming to look for him? Part of him does, and he hates himself for that. The guilt when he thinks about his fist coming down in his face is bad enough that it feels like it's going to choke him. He knew him, part of him knew him, and he still tried to kill him, too terrified and confused and broken to stop himself.  But he hadn't left Pennsylvania, paralysed at the border out of the state. Maybe that was out of some stupid kind of hope he doesn't even remotely deserve to feel, like maybe Dick is going to be able to save him from the horrific things he's done. But what if his programming is still in there, even with HYDRA gone? What if he tries again? He wants to scramble up and run when he thinks of that possibility.) Too late. There’s movement in the hallway.

thank youuu for the ask <3

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 8 A Deadly Tour

I found a new website where I can make cursed murdle gifs.

So uh duke of vermillion crunch

I've turned him into a meme because he's so useless he had NO lines in the first series-

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

VIOLET: Oh, come on. Are we really gonna let that geezer stop us from having a good time?  LOGICO: You know… the invitation really didn’t sound like you were inviting me over for a ‘good time’.  VIOLET: Let’s take a tour of the grounds!

And so, Logico reluctantly follows Violet through the gorgeous courtyard. Only problem, she’s ALSO giving a tour to Baron Maroon and Signor Emerald.

VIOLET: Welcome, to the VIOLET ISLES! 

Logi has a looming sense of dread of course, but he can’t help but admire the beautiful complex. The buildings are gigantic and flawless, and the courtyard is made of a bedazzling maze trimmed to perfection. 

MAROON: [snort] My palace is better… LOGICO: Oh, shut the FUCK UP! MAROON: [growl…]

Emerald is inspecting every corner carefully, looking for anything he can pickpocket. Violet smacks him.

VIOLET: By the way Logico, while you’re here… do you think you could figure out why the OG tour guide is dead?

She points to a body (A sentence present in nearly every episode). 

LOGICO: …such… a fun vacation already

The first thing that catches Logico’s attention is the giant stone statue of Lord Violet. He’s able to get a better look at his figure now - a gazelle creature, with a long flowing mane… and a disturbing human-like mask. 

LOGICO: So this… is your father? VIOLET: Yep! 

Logico is quite confused at how they could possibly be related - Lord Violet doesn���t even resemble a person, more so some unearthly beast. But he can’t say that out loud. 

Baron Maroon quickly gets in the way.

MAROON: Want to go out with me.

He’s well over 70, and Violet is in her 20s.

VIOLET: That’s gonna be a hard pass thanks!

There’s a torn-up bag of acorns with a squirming beast inside. Kind of a weird weapon choice, but Logico doesn’t want to go near it even for clues. Depressed from being unable to steal some pricey trinkets, Emerald is drowning his sorrows in wine on a bench.

LOGICO: Let me guess - you got that from Father Mango! EMERALD: Not… every bottle of wine is from Father Mango. There is other wine.

Logico encounters something familiar on the cliffs. ‘The Scimitar of Death’- it’s a marot card (albeit not a very normal one)! Suddenly, he remembers Irratino!

LOGICO: Oh no.

Irratino feels this, and quickly tries to send Logico a telegram. But nothing is reaching. He then feels a new kind of pain - Logico already forgot about him??

The murderer was Maroon, apparently because he was that mad that Logico told him to shut up. Violet shoos him off.

VIOLET: When the civil war ended, the so-called Free Drakonia never made a claim to this island, and so it became an extrajudicial territory. Unlike those barbarous Reds, we do not execute our prisoners - we simply force them to leave! LOGICO: How polite, I suppose. Now, I have some questions…

He can’t wait to lore-dive into this incredible settlement.

The end!

I'm so excited for minimurdle now that i know it has the same suspects.

BABY EMINENCE.

The Roblox Murdle RP server now has over 40 characters, and also

^ I don't like this at all!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[annintheclouds]

The dispatcher's pain.

(@lunar-rcp, @polina-tvorozhok. I want to thank you for the inspiration for this story, after the RP I needed to create an angst with Poli and Jin for my AU😭 I wish everyone a pleasant reading ❤️).

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.....It was dark.....it was so dark.....She saw nothing, only darkness. She did not understand where she was, looking back she saw nothing again.

"Hey!! Is anyone here?!" she shouted loudly, it even seemed that there was an echo.....But there was no answer. She tried to go a little forward, but because of the darkness she could not see anything. She did not know what kind of place this was at all.

"If anyone hears me, please answer!!!" she shouted again. But there was no answer again. She walked like this for some time, there were disturbing thoughts in her head. She wanted to shout again, but she was beaten to it:

A scream, she clearly heard a scream, presumably belonging to a man. She quickly ran in the direction of the scream, at least it seemed so to her. She just ran forward, without looking around. The scream only grew louder as she ran, it echoed, the voice that screamed seemed familiar to her. She couldn't figure out whose scream it was or where it was coming from. This scream only grew louder and there was a lot of horror and.... pain in it? She guessed that this someone was screaming in pain. She continued to run until she came across something:

Metal pieces, small metal pieces of blue and white colors. Wait, the shades of colors of these pieces were familiar to her..... No.... No!

She ran in the direction of these pieces, gradually there were more pieces and she tried to find it. Suddenly, the pieces of metal began to turn to the right. She ran to the right along the pieces, she hoped that she imagined it-

Suddenly she stopped..... her body was shaking.

"No....No...NO, NO NO!!!!" the girl said this to herself. She screamed this in fear. In front of her was the body of her friend... one of her family members. The body was smashed, pain and fear were visible in the eyes, all of it was visible in the empty, lifeless eyes. The arms and legs were torn from the body. The limbs were also crushed. The arms and legs were torn apart, in the area where the limbs bend. The girl fell to her knees and began to cry, tears flowing heavily. She could not utter a word. She did not even hear anything. She could not hear how someone or something was approaching her. She did not react to anything. She felt pain when her neck was cut into pieces.....

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She woke up and jumped up into a sitting position, but she grabbed her stomach, it hurt. There were bandages on her head at forehead level.

"Easy, easy, Jin. Everything is fine, breathe deeply." a male voice said this and held the girl. Jin tried to calm down, but the pain did not allow her to do so. She was carefully returned to a lying position, the pain began to slowly go away and the girl slowly began to breathe better. She looked towards the one holding her.

Poli. He was wounded himself, at least his right arm was in bandages and there were small shadows under his eyes. Jin was surprised, but at the same time glad that it was him who helped her. The emotions on her face quickly changed from surprise to joy, she did not notice how tears came from her eyes. She carefully hugged Poli's hand, which was healthy.

"Hey, 해 (hae) (sun), what's wrong? I'm fine, really." Poli tried to calm the dispatcher down. Sometimes they and the others use nicknames for each other if they don't feel the need to use names.

"I'm just glad you're okay." The girl said this with a smile and tears on her face. The police car was a little surprised, but then smiled sympathetically.

"I'm glad you're okay too." Poli said this, gently hugging Jin with the arm she was hugging. It was more of a half-hug on his part. He just let the girl hold him. Poli couldn't help but be lost in memories:...

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A few hours earlier:

"There are a few more cultists here." Kim said this, another night patrol for the boys. Poli and Jin were with Kim. The rest were with Conrad. They walked through the forest until they heard familiar sounds.

"Get ready, everyone." Poli said this and everyone got into a fighting position.

The patrol was going more or less normally, while Paulie was shooting at the cultists, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of them was approaching the child.

"Kim, to your right!" the rescuer managed to shout this and Kim looked to the right. Luckily for the police car, the child reacted quickly and it managed to attack the creature with water. But neither he nor the child expected what would happen next:

Unexpectedly for everyone, Jin pushed Kim aside, causing the boy to fall to the ground. Poli did not have time to understand why the girl did this until it was too late: one of these creatures wounded her in the stomach with its claws, leaving scars. Poli ran towards the dispatcher, while the child destroyed the creature and tried to help Jin not to fall. Poli ran to them and took the girl in his right hand, the wound was large and seemed deep. But the creatures did not give rest at least for a while. Poli began to think of a plan, but he was beaten to it:

"I'll cover you, go to a safe place." to the rescuer's surprise, Kim himself gave the task to Poli, the rescuer was very surprised by this and at the same time was not happy with this plan.

"Are you crazy Kim?! Do you understand what you're saying?"

"I understand, and that's why I'm telling you to go." Kim said this and shot at one of the creatures.

"I'll be fine, just go!" The child said and ran towards the creatures, not giving Poli time to think. He could watch the child go towards these creatures. But Jin's life is on the line, Poli stepped aside, but not too far from the child's side. Jin was still breathing, which pleased the rescuer. He sat the girl down so that she could cry on the tree.

"Hang on a little, Jin, I'm going to do something now." Poli said this and took out several bandages with water and alcohol, the rest carry such a set just in case if Amber is not around and if it is necessary to treat the wounds. Poli carefully treated the wounds and wrapped them. Jin tried not to pay attention to the pain, but it was not easy.

"Sorry, but there is no other way, hang on a little longer, I'm almost done." Poli said and was about to finish treating the wounds, but he heard strange sounds that he did not like.

"Poli, watch out!!!" He heard his name and a warning from the child. He turned around and saw a light flying towards him. He lost consciousness after that.

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"파란 별 (palan byeol, blue star), are you alright?" Jin asked this after noticing the police car's tense expression. He was a little surprised. He didn't know what to say, but his expression then changed to a sad one with a sad smile. He chuckled slightly with sadness.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Heh, we've been living under the same roof for a few years now, naturally it'll be a little obvious."

"That's true too." Poli didn't deny it. He thought for a moment:

"Do you remember anything after you got hurt?"

"Not much...." Jin answered the question, she began to remember little by little:

"I remember that Kim said something and then you carried me to the tree... also that you tried to treat my wounds and at one point there was a scream, only I'm not sure if it was your scream or Kim's, but after it I lost consciousness. That's all I remember. Wait- What about Kim-"

"He's alive, but he was injured." Poli said this, noticing the girl's panic. Jin calmed down a little when she was told that the child was alive, but she tensed up when she heard the new information.

"How badly is he injured?"

"When I woke up, almost his entire right arm was bandaged, and as he himself said, he had to pull you out from under my left arm so that your wound would not get worse. Amber and the others treated our wounds well." Poli tried to diversify the atmosphere a little at the end of his sentence, giggling slightly. Jin involuntarily smiled at this, but still there was something that did not give her peace, as well as him.

"Jin, forgive me for asking, but why did you jump up so abruptly, I mean, before our conversation?"

That's it. The reason for both of them to worry. Jin did not know how to tell him about it. She exhaled, preparing for Poli's reaction:

"I had a nightmare... it was dark, but in the end I found you... you were killed and torn to pieces... it was scary and painful to watch..." the girl stopped herself, it was difficult for her to remember this, Poli looked at her with sympathy. He gently placed his good hand on the girl's shoulder. She felt the touch, she looked at the police car and saw this look of sympathy. She gently took the rescuer by his lower finger.

"It felt like it was real and I thought it happened to you....I-"

"I get it, don't worry. I'm here, we're all here 해 (hae). You don't have to worry about it, we'll be with you no matter what." Poli said this with a sympathetic smile. Jin smiled sadly at his words. He carefully hugged her with his left arm. She hugged him back, but gently so that her wound wouldn't get worse and so that his right arm wouldn't get hurt more. The girl yawned slightly and the police car chuckled slightly.

"Rest easy, I'll be here for as long as you need me to."

"You should rest too, you probably haven't slept for a long time yourself." Jin said this, noticing the shadows under the rescuer's eyes.

"I've already rested a little, you need rest more than I do." Poli tried to make an excuse about sleeping, but at that moment Jin moved away from the police car and looked at him with a stern look. Poli understood what kind of look it was.

"Jin, I'm fine, really! You don't need to wo-"

"Poli....you will stay here and sleep, or I will hint to Amber that you are violating the rest regime." Jin gave Poli an ultimatum, he was a little surprised by this and certainly did not expect it. He exhaled with resignation:

"Okay, okay. I'll sleep a little. No need to disturb Amber once again." The police car said this and helped the girl lie down on the pillow. He sat down next to her to be sure that he could provide first aid to Jin in case she got worse. He put his left hand on the bed, next to the girl.

"Rest well, Jin."

"And you too, Poli. Good night." the girl said this and carefully took Poli's finger. She closed her eyes, and to her surprise, she quickly fell asleep, which was a relief for the police car. He himself also closed his eyes and was able to fall asleep to some extent.

[wr0ngwarp]

some refs for my jet set radio explorers of death joke au (that sure is a sentence) because i wanted to put them on art fight (..mostly for warehouse leapusverse lore reasons)

beat and yoyo seemed like they needed refs most urgently cuz beat has a bunch of designs on account of being squirtle and yoyo's design was just hard to parse in the pics he appeared in. yeagh

art fight bio under the cut for ppl who don't have an art fight account

based on PMD: Explorers of Death by sparklingdemon, HIGHLY recommended reading to get a grasp on what in the goddamn is going on here oh this is incredibly silly. so basically a while ago there was an in-joke about jsr and eod in a pokepasta discord i'm in, and i have a bad habit of taking jokes too far. so, of course, i took the joke WAY WAY WAY too far! the entire joke is the idea that Corn in Future retconned og JSR Beat as leader/founder of the GGs, so Corn and Beat are the Myras. no it’s not a joke funny enough to justify how many hours i sunk into drawing these. no attempt was made to change the setting, assign most of the other cast, or otherwise make this au hold up to ANY amount of scrutiny.

---- the base concept (aka reskinned eod plot) is that the og JSR timeline was getting, like, temporally retconned into the Future timeline, but Beat (in the role of Squirtle) refused to accept the changeover so he tried to hold onto his own fading timeline, trapping it (and himself) in a state of perpetual decay until he can take back the timeline. basically everybodys a grayscale rotting zombie it's miserable. also if you think "hey, isn't EOD!Beat less justified than Squirtle because the situation WASN'T life or death until he MADE IT that way" you would be right lmao JSRF Corn (as Myra), being the leader of the GGs in Future, shows up (overwriting the preexisting version of Tab ig) to try to put the dying timeline out of its misery so it can actually be reborn into the Future timeline. for some reason his spraypaint can make the zombies pass on. don't question it. he and Beat are kind of trying to take each other down so one timeline can take precedent here. Gum (as Shadow) is kind of torn between the two of them, with two overlapping contradicting sets of memories and also the most disastrous way to possibly combine her JSR and JSRF designs LMAO. her loyalties are kind of torn as a result and also she understandably isnt a big fan of all the murder going on here ... ...also, because this is a joke au that i did not bother to try to make sense, they're in the goddamn Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers for no real reason. i also tend to call Beat and Corn "Meat and Mourn" though i dont have a nickname for Gum :(. and they have some level of meta awareness that they're in a poorly crafted joke AU based on an existing creepypasta, and yet this knowledge of how inane it all is doesn't stop them from riding it out to its horrific conclusion. ...ha ha? also Yoyo is Bidoof he's just here to be the first to die dont worry about him

---- also because there's something profoundly wrong with me i have the main trio + Yoyo in me and my sibling's joke multi-crossover RP. Corn is MIA right now, Gum is in the Garage with the setting's regular version of the GGs (they are confused and concerned. esp normal!Gum)... ...and, uh... Beat and Yoyo are in the Warehouse. (Pauein 9696 is just kind of there too.) they're... friends? i think......???? they are trapped in there and dont know Warehouse Yoyo is actually the goddamn building theyre trapped in

in the warehouse, eod!yoyo is kind of... barely coherent, only aware a fraction of the time, and not really able to do a whole lot since he's in such bad condition. he's just kind of taking anything as it happens at this point bc he can't do anything about it, but internally he's very pessimistic both about the idea that Beat can fix anything OR that there's any chance they'll escape the warehouse. eod!beat is... sort of kind of friends with the Warehouse but it's a very fragile friendship prone to arguments since he is trying VERY hard to leave (esp cuz he has UNFINISHED BUSINESS with killing corn and MAKING THINGS RIGHT) but Warehouse Yoyo is manipulatively trying to keep him without letting on that's what he's doing. both of these guys are fucked in the head tbh. at least nobody's judging each other for being walking corpses with weird metafiction elements.

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

Drew the Doomslayer vs my Lucifer based on an rp idea

From behind the slayer

To in "front" of the demon

...he'll be fine, right?

The draft I based this drawing on under cut

Lucifer's eyes nearly become black from how tight the slits of his eyes become. All six of his nostrils flar as they are filled with blood, staring at the green monster he heard so much about. His breathing becomes heavy, a heavy and cold mist from his lungs. He can practically hear the child begging for mercy from this monster. The blood of the innocent has a distinct smell, that he knows far too well...

"So... the slayer has gone for easy prey, has he...?"

He growls, his voice so dangerous, the burning stones beneath his feet frost with fear. He begins to walk, to cross that line he has only crossed a few times before. The glassy sound of ice breaking is heard, as he pulls his hoof from the ground with a mighty tug, as he goes from a just being of honor, to a cruel and cold beast.

As he steps forward, he watches the slayer, his mind absent. He does not read him, he does not see him, he only sees something he must rip apart. A sinner that needs to be torn limb from limb to pay for what he has done.

Then... lucifer disappears.

He seeps into the ground, a oozing and wicked fog, slithering out of sight, like snakes into the cracks.

The silence only lasts for a moment, as a wall of darkness is suddenly seen overhead. Crashing down, a tsunami of wrathful shadows plunges everything into the black cold. The darkness consumes everything and everyone with dread and morbid anticipation for execution. Every now and again, there is a sudden gust of warmth every few minutes, like the breathing of a beast, and it doesn’t take too long for everyone to realize that's EXACTLY what it is. The hot and wet breath of this... he cannot considered a demon at this point... whatever he is, he is somehow everywhere. This darkness itself breathes, and with every breath, snow begins to form. Swirling as a blizzard begins to form in this mass of pure hatred.

But the darkness feels different to the demons than the slayer...

Though they are in the same, endless and all consuming darkness, the demons feel an odd mix of terror and safety, like they are merely sitting in the maw of this beast, in the safety behind the teeth, while the slayer stands in the belly, completely surrounded with no light to guide him. The ground beneath their feet seems to begin breathing with lucifer, icey teeth forms around the slayer, wishing to consume but not yet. Lucifer will savor every delicious and painful breath that comes from this poor excuse of a man, like how he assumes the slayer savors every drop of demon blood that falls on his hands.

Then in the endless darkness, everyone sees white. Not light, white. Eyes begin to form, in constellations in this hateful mist, glaring at the armored man, his armor bleached by this beings power. All things that are not lucifer, besides his eyes, are white. There are some spots of red here and there, in a million different places, where gaping eye sockets float, bobbing up and down like leaves threatening to sink in the murky depths of the murderous waters that is this monster.

Gallons of blood starts pouring from above filling the black and white with red, the tiny red dots above deceive their true size, being miles across.

Eyes and hands occasionally slither around the slayer, trying to hold back from slaughtering him now. No, no he must wait to kill him.

Something wet presses against the slayer's back, making his armor warm, as white fangs start forming around the teeth, occasionally swallowing or being swallowed by eyes. Others can see what presses again the doomslayer's back. An endless shine in the black, as one final pupil slits. The white of this eye shines all all except for him, as he is bathed in darkness. The black is endless behind him, the eye literally touching his back unblinking. A wall of warmth and wetness, the only warmth he will get, till he feels his own blood going cold on his own skin.

It would be a cold day in hell if the slayer were to die by a demon's hand. And with how the snow swirls so cruelly around only him, it may be fate.

[malichev]

Ok, thanks to Twitter I have new theories about Roier. This time applying as many elements as possible that we have obtained so far, and adding details that we often forget about the narrative. Do you remember that there was someone, a person/entity, helping qCellbit that resembled the resistance, but later we discovered that the resistance was completely unaware of what qCellbit was doing? One theory is that this person/entity was the one who took qRoier, perhaps even to look for qCellbit in Purgatory. I was thinking about who could ``kidnap'' qRoier, the Federation, the Eye, Dark Cucurucho, the Resistance… there are many options, based on Roier's description of the situation, of it being a black, dark place, etc. It fits very well with the way Dark Cucurucho and The Eye works. Roier's Skin makes him look like he vomited, he's full of bruises, but his clothes are generally pretty torn, which makes me think he tried to escape, and that's why he sent requests for help in the global chat, but because he was Under the influence of some drug, or even radiation(because some of the effects of Radiation are dizziness, vomiting, burns and skin wounds, etc) , he was confused to type the words correctly. He also mentions that the battery is running out, assuming that his RP involves some communication device, for him to have access means that he escaped from the hands of his captors and now maybe he´s lost somewhere. CC Roier doesn't really like the kidnapping plot, so I don't think this one will be like traditional kidnappings, I don't think it will be like what they did with qQuackity, qFelps, etc. That's why I don't think it's the usual Federation. I know Cucurucho threatened qCellbit talking about consequences, but maybe it's not about that now. And maybe, in fact, he won't get involved with Quackity in limbo, at least not now, I think it's related to Lore that he was working in secret, that he told Leo and Richas. Maybe trying to find his husband, he discovered something and now they are after him. Let's see if he gives us some answers today.