#takeover event

[rebootgrimm]

Yo!!! So I have decided to do a takeover inspired by @averagetmntfan, although it’s someone you’ve already seen lmao

Ask Past! Zaria! (part two)

But to add a bit of spice in there, you can ask the past versions of her parents as well! Any current role plays going on with present Zaria will continue I just wanted to do this hsngjend.

Here’s the only Past! Zaria full body ref I have lol. I don’t have designs for her parents but eh (they honestly don’t need a past version, the only reason Zaria does is fancy clothes and long hair. that’s the only difference)

Like the last time, Zaria will be 15, so that’s about a year before she runs away. I have no fucking clue how old her parents are. I have not decided ages yet. enjoy (below cut is just tags btw)

@dmr-au @candycoffinss @lilacquintet @baileythebean @schnozzlebozzle

@thesilliestofallqueers @lunajanearabella @grandselfmythologizing

[askwhispangle]

"Heya, everyone! Both Tangle and Whisper are busy for a few days so they left me in charge!"

"As always, just like them, I am a minor as well so nothing lewd. Questions are open 24/7 so ask away everyone!"

[robin-the-wanderer]

Static and Renny got bored of Rotomblr, so now they’re trying to stuff Harper inside the hotel room washing machine because he’s a water type. Arc, electric types can be so… erratic at times.

…

Oh, sorry, not you, lil star. You’re big as a house but quiet as a mouse. Anyway, ya reckon a teenage inteleon can survive for long enough in a washing machine or should I call for help…?

[paldea-champ-n1cki]

are you nemona. if so

🫵gender

Nope!! Not Nemona.

[intotheelliwoods]

Ahh this event has gotten so much reception! I dont think I can answer you all but I will certainly try to get to as many as I can! :)

Maybe this can last 2 days? 3?? We will see!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Heel, Stay, and Shake.

🐦‍⬛ What’s this? A wild bird in our classroom? Now we can’t have that, can we? 🧪

By My Hand.

Raven didn���t know what to expect when Professor Crewel asked to see him after class. A summons from him typically meant one of two things: a thorough scolding or remedial work. Sometimes both.

She wasn’t the type for either. Raven kept her head down and behaved—and thus stood off to the side of his wrath. And now here she was, standing in the line of fire.

“Wooow, sucks to be you,” Ace had sneered on his way out. “The goody-two-shoes finally gets into trouble herself!”

“Leave her alone, Ace,” Deuce grumbled, “You don’t want to make things worse for her than they already are.”

Even the Prefect, Yuu—level-headed, neutral—had passed her a look of sympathy. But they cleared out of the laboratory the same as the rest, leaving Raven to her doom.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut, trapping her in with their teacher.

Crewel had traded his lab coat and safety goggles for his usual attire: a black and white color-blocked vest, black undershirt and slacks, smart shoes that clicked with every step, blood red gloves, socks, and tie. Over this, a striped fur coat with several tails, the insides a shocking scarlet.

He ran a hand through his hair—black slicked back, white in a graceful sweep of parted bangs. His eyes, a shade of iced onyx, dug into her like the teeth of a dog. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to threaten to.

She struggled not to tremble under his gaze. Raven knew it to be discerning and, more importantly, unrelenting in its critique.

“Crowley.”

“Y-Yes!!” Raven yelped, standing at attention. Her posture naturally corrected itself at his voice. Back stiffening, head lifting. “Wh-Whatever it is I’ve said or done to offend you, I apologize! I will reflect on my actions and do better in the future!”

“Offend me?” Crewel’s surprise melted into a devilish smirk. “You’ve done nothing of the sort. However, I’m flattered that you would think yourself in such dire need of my private instruction.”

“Eh? Then what did you need me for…?”

“A curiosity of mine. I hope you do not mind.”

“N-No, sir! Curiosity not minded!”

A chuckle.

Crewel extended his pointer to a line of shelves. “I’ve heard from the headmaster that you care for colorants. Is that correct?”

Raven was all too eager to provide the answer and then book it out of there. “That’s right. I brew some in my spare time. They’re enchanted inks, meant for writing and journaling.”

“Inks? What, may I ask, makes them ‘enchanted’?”

“Well…” Raven gestured to a potted mandrake. “It’s like cultivation. I infuse magic into the ink, which grants them fun properties. Smelling like an orange slice, glowing even long after you’ve penned it, words that produce the sounds they write out.”

“I see.” Interest had started to seep into Crewel’s voice. “Have you ever thought to extend this skill to other areas of application?”

“No, not really. It’s just something I got into to save on pocket money. Commercial inks can be expensive, so I thought to make my own with the ingredients gathered from around campus…”

Raven trailed off.

A glint had settled into Crewel’s eyes. The very same shine that came into Crowley’s at the mention of money or fresh game.

“It seems to me,” Crewel said slowly, “that you have a talent.”

A stone dropped into her stomach.

Uh-oh, here comes trouble.

“I would very much like to train that talent.” He tapped his pointer into an open palm. Each strike light, but had all the gravity of a gravel.

“Huh?!”

“You’re familiar with Night Raven College’s charity ball?”

“Yes…”

She couldn’t forget it even if she tried. The headmaster had droned about it for the last several weeks, declaring it a “prime time” to look good to the public. (Half of those weeks had been spent preening and wondering which suit and tie to wear.)

“School staff are to be in attendance to oversee the event. This year, we’re donating the proceeds to an animal shelter on Sage’s Island—a cause I’m particularly passionate about. As such, I would like to wear something stunning—and to dazzle at a show, you must have the element of surprise. I will be designing my own outfit. That is where you will come in.

“I will provide the materials, and you will prepare the dye for it. I want a unique color and magical effect that suits my image and enhances it.”

“But I don’t know the first thing about fabrics or treating them,” Raven protested faintly.

“Which is why I will mentor you. It will be a collaborative effort.”

“I-I’m sure you’re entirely capable of accomplishing this on your own, Professor! After all, Crewel-sensei is so very skilled…”

“Tch.” He frowned, making his displeasure clear. “You are missing the point, pup. Do you really think I wouldn’t have already done so, were that my intention?”

Raven flinched. “I don’t know, sir.”

“Night Raven College is making efforts to promote teamwork in its curriculum and extracurricular activities. For such a front-facing event, our new direction will be center stage. You’re a clever girl. I’m certain I do not need to explain the importance of this.”

“Surely there are more ideal candidates, sir… Students far more qualified than me. V-Vil-senpai? Or a Science Club member? Rook-senpai might be interested.”

“Of course I am aware of that—but this isn't about them. This is about you."

His pointer sliced through the air, so sharp that it cracked like a whip, aiming itself right at her. Crewel's face was the picture of arrogance, a high and mighty king looking down at the peasants. (Raven suddenly understood why he, of all teachers, was a Night Raven College graduate.)

"Since the day you scampered into my classroom, you've been nothing but a meek little thing. Obedience is all well and good, but you lack a bark and a bite, the confidence to be bold and to demonstrate your ability with pride. Schoenheit and the others already have that.

“You must learn how to speak up, pup! And this Crewel-sama will be the one to teach that to you.”

“B—But…”

“No buts!” he snapped. “If you’re going to reject the idea, then do so with your entire chest! I will accept it as proof of your bite. If you cannot muster that, then you will submit yourself to my guidance. What will it be?”

Raven shrunk back—proving his point. Speak up? Louder, more sternly—against her own teacher? She couldn’t.

Yikes, he’s so fired up about this… There’s no way I can comfortably say ‘no’!

She balled her fists up, terribly twisting her skirt. Raven sighed deeply, resigning herself to her fate.

“… Alright, I will do my best to assist, Crewel-sensei. In return, I will be relying on you too.”

“Good girl. You’ve made your choice.” Crewel offered a hand. “Then let us shake on it.”

She hesitantly took it. His grip was firm and resolute, hers limp and unenthusiastic.

At last, he smiled in satisfaction. “I look forward to instructing you, Crowley. I expect you to keep up.”

Never in her life had she felt more like some poor dog strung along on a leash.

[ask-shane]

Hi, Marnie! Hope everything is well! I wanted to ask a silly question, but do you have any baby pictures of Shane and Jas?

i'm sure i have at least one laying around here....

oh! here he is in this little snapshot. isn't he adorable?

[purpleskelet0n]

Hello, good people of Tumblr! Don't worry about your "purple skeleton", they're just...taking a break. But in the meantime, your dear friend Elvis is here to answer your most pressing matters, The Inbox is open to all, and perhaps, if Eddie can't handle my adoring fans, they'll let me have my own blog! Chop Chop dearies! Don't keep your Narrator waiting.

(ASK EVENT!! GO TO MY INBOX!! WILL LAST ALL WEEKEND! MAYBE MORE!)

[sanctuarynurse]

Some more of my photos from The Smiler takeover i haven't had chance to share yet (I literally took so many photos of this event for lore purposes but also just to never forget such a wacky event.)

[pinkyhaert]

" Now that we are in control- you may do as you please. We'll answer questions and interact with whomever approaches us. Though- our responses may not be ideal to certain individuals. After all- We ARE villians. Don't expect too much from us."

"Now then.. let's get started."

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VILLIAN TAKEOVER

Pinky's Participating blogs:

@pinkyhaert - main Hub/Diomed

@quincysmansiondaily - Sigmund & Fear Civet

@bots-basket - Tobias

@fnafsb-truecolorsau - Todd

@tadcrodeoau - Tadc au Cast but everyone is distressed ft. Zooble

@ask-the-guardian-core - Fifi + The Guardian Cores trying to fix everything

[rebootgrimm]

I am yet again promoting the ask thing with Past! Zaria chat please

forgot to say but you can ask the past versions of her parents too, if ya want

not expecting shit for them honestly but hey they’re there if ya want

[theregressionlibrary]

Community event ˗ˏˋPet regerssion takeover submission contest ´ˎ˗

Submissions start: April 1st - Submissions end 30th April

And it's a-go! Any questions you have, please send them our way!!! :)

[robin-the-wanderer]

[ an audio recording dated back to a few weeks ago. the background noise is messy, but you can hear panicked panting and puffing, and a crowd of clamouring voices in the background, as if someone was being chased. ] “harper! use- use dark pulse-“

[ a terrified scream tears across the recording; and there’s a loud crash before silence ensues. loud panting and puffing is heard in the background. ]

“dispose of the girl. take the beast and go.”

“no-” [ there’s a sound of a scuffle, and another scream. ] “no, please, get that gun away from me, please don’t hurt me- DONT TAKE KONPEITŌ, NO!”

[ a desperate guttural shriek is heard, followed by the sound of a charging gun, before there’s a burst of a pokeball opening. ]

[ loud whirring sounds akin to roaring are heard; you can’t really tell if it’s of terror or of rage. the powerful boom of electricity is heard cutting through the air, followed by the cries of a panicked crowd of women and men. ]

[ there’s a faint “retreat! retreat!” in the background, and after a few more moments of chaos, silence returns once more. ]

“…”

[ another, sadder whirring around is heard this time, as if it was ashamed. ]

“konpeitō. please.”

“they’re gone. let’s go home.”

[ the sound of a pokémon being withdrawn into its ball, and the scuffle of boots against pavement, following shaky breaths that trailed off into the night. ]

…

Oh. Sorry. Arché did not mean to send recording. Arché no know how to delete recording, so Arché will just leave recording there and hope row-tum-blr no mind. Gratitude. Have good day.

[paldea-champ-n1cki]

Okay gonna ask before we loose this chance, but how do u walk in those boots, i’m 90% sure your legs should be sore because you wear them almost all day

They look like they’re made of cinderblocks 

They're actually pretty easy to walk in!! The boots are made of leather, so they're bendy!! But I do got a lot of leg muscle.

[au-mashup-party]

(I made sound effects, but something happened to it wtf) 😭😅

Anyways, here’s a teaser trailer of what’s to expect this Friday.

Basically, it’s a late 1000 followers event I wanted to do but didn’t have anything ready!

Xirus has corrupted the Multiverse. And some of you as the audience has been affected..

Your new task is to fight for survival. Don’t trust anyone.

Xirus’s Rules:

If you wish to participate in this fun little event (optional), create a corrupted version of your character/persona/oc (doesn’t matter) and re-blog it here. That way he knows you’re interested in the game.

If you’re not participating, simply re-blog with the 🍿 emoji and type: “I’m the Emperor’s audience member”. That way he knows you’re not in the game and simply just watching your mortal companions brawl to the death.

You cannot re-blog more than one character, and it cannot be your weakest character, they’ll be killed instantly. His rules not mine…

You must come up with a random code name, whatever you pick, that will be your ability/hack, there are no limits to what you can do. It’ll help you in battle and when you were at low health.

Do not under any circumstance tell anyone your code, you must keep it to yourself. Others will try and use it against you.

If you already have a corrupted character, that’s fine. You may use that instead.

If you win, Xirus will send you a special gift in your DM’s. If you lose, you will forced to leave your family and friends and work for him for all of eternity…..well g-good luck! I’m totally not being held hostage by him right now, hahaha! Help me….

Are you guys ready then go forth the corruption!!! And remember, survive… =)

[ask-shane]

I would like to name my chicken [74].

*Prismatic shard suddenly appears.*

I would like to buy another chicken, and you'll NEVER guess the name.

alright, one chicken. well, what is it you're going to name this... chicken?