#xsprxsso

[viviskull]

@xsprxsso​ : x

“… ma'AM-” Riley turned to look indignantly at Vivi, who she’d tossed over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Ah, the perks of having a tiny best friend.

“First off, I am also a woman. Second, I don’t want you to dIE? I get that you’re like- a god- or something- but I would prefer my friend is not a blue puddle at the bottom of a cliff, please and thank you?”

“Aw heck, that was ONE time!”  Exclaimed the extremely pouty Divinity as she makes her irritation known with a light kick to her companion’s ribcage.  However, given she still hung helplessly on the back of Riley’s shoulder, Vivi couldn’t do much beyond crossing her arms in her own tiny fit.  “My leg healed up just fine when I last jumped off that school roof years ago.  What’s the difference when this cliff ain’t that much higher than that two story building?”

Vivi you sure aren’t indestructible, but how many times have you kissed death at this point?  Yeah you can respawn, but where’s your self preservation when it ISN’T dealing with some B tier baddy knocking on your doorstep??  First it’s cults wanting your heart and NOW you want to get your adrenaline rush all of a sudden!

“What’s a gal gotta need to have her fun every once in a while in this goddamn town?”  Although she’s long since admitted defeat to being carried, she still lets out a grumble.  “Being God gets a bit boring these days.  Where’s the drama in this job?”

[viviskull]

Oh spirits, she’s pulling all the damn cards out of the deck for this one!  How did she… Has she been learning too much from Vivi?!?  Again!?!

It was already bad enough he had a sore soft spot for any cutie that looked his way with such a sad, whimpering air.  His often wife gave him that look plenty when it came to stroking his ego whenever she wanted to get an assortment of smooches out of him.  She’s about as spoiled as he’s always done with his dear heart, his bright joy in his dark, dead existence..  How could he say no to such a pretty face, much less someone he held so dear and closely to his soft underbelly?  Running second alongside with  his husband, he held Riley very closely in that regard as well.

But damn.  Why must she abuse his soft weakness like this?  Why torture his poor, dead, bi heart like this?

…

The one free, giant palm quickly drifts to a hip, and he impulsively gives her love handle a light, but slightly firm, squeeze.  Although there wasn’t any real malicious intent behind the sudden action, Lewis felt it was only right.  If she was going to play those playful tactics?  He just had to do what he’s always done with Vivi… Playing right along with the chaos and hoping for the best.  His spirit hasn’t perished yet, so why stop now?  It wasn’t like they both haven’t already consented to this bizarre relationship anyways.

“Uhh..”  He starts with a low hum.  “.. Would you prefer I carry you in one hand, or carry you around on my shoulders like a sack of potatoes, Princess?”

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“.. Cupcake.”  He states with a stern squint in his eyes.  One giant hand was placed on Riley’s back, and the other was gently cupping his companion’s cheek.  Well, what else could he really do, when Riley practically had him pinned to her couch?  Although with her straddling him down to the cushions wasn’t an issue.. His form was buzzing for a small break from being immobile for the past hour.

“I just want to grab us a couple snacks from the kitchen.”  Lewis tries to reason with his capturer.  “Can I please get us some chips at least?”

"But Lewiisssss..." Riley pouted, resting her chin atop his chest. She'd pulled out the full puppy-eye look, gazing up at him with a glimmer in her eyes and batting her pretty lashes. She tilted her head to the side, slightly squishing her cheek. "You're so comfyyyyy! And warm, too."

As if a light bulb had flickered on over her head, she then gave him a sly smile.

"Carry me :3"

...

How did she make the :3 sound with her mouth-

[lightswcrn]

@xsprxsso​

he never changed.

he was always a good runner. a l w a y s.

he had to give himself a start before he decided to take flight that was not too far off the ground . . . throat burning , and has did his chest - he took the skies. golden hair moved around him quickly , nearly hitting himself in his own face. he squints his eyes - moving as fast as he could , becoming intangible as he moved right through the trees around him. he sensed it and he knew he K N E W something was wrong and he couldn't shake the feeling , not after what happened earlier not after his senses destroying every instance of his movement. 

she had to be home , she h a d to. she could not have been anywhere else , could she . . . ? ! she stuck around the castle for such a long while , trying to go on with her life just as he did and those fae those damn fae always always ALWAYS tried so cause some trouble and they did EVERYTHING to try and hurt the people around him and it was not fair. this anger was like a flame , just like how he shouted earlier , golden smoke surrounding them . . .

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it was so small. such a frail little thing. how it's smile slowly turned into that hateful grimace. and it trembled before him - trembled even as he brought it close to his mouth , how there were so many eyes all over his body and how his mouth stretched open , maw too big and teeth too l a r g e before he presses it into his mouth -

swallowing it whole , and gathering energy to finally M O V E.

and he carried this rage with him through the wind , right before the worry started to kill him faster. riley did not do anything and they ALWAYS ALWAYS chose to try and hurt her. try to attack her , harass her , and each and every time they did not care. MERCILESS. he will show them. he will.

but for now, riley needed him.

she was t o o   q u i e t.

. . .

he finally lands in front of her door and knocks. desperate and instantaneous.

『 " riley ? ! are you in there - can you hear me ? ! " 』

[royalreef]

@xsprxsso​ inquired: If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference? Character Development Questions - Accepting

(( Here’s the fun thing — it would be remarkably, remarkably easy to tell if someone was impersonating Miranda, to the point that they wouldn’t need to pose any singular, specific question to determine that it wasn’t her.

In fact, trying to ask her any specific question wouldn’t help at all, and would probably only confuse things further.

This is because Miranda’s already a notorious liar who presents a lot of different false images and perceptions of herself based upon what people want to see, what they want to hear. She’s already spinning a web of lies with her at the center, and half of the time, she’s not even really recognizing that she’s doing it. There’s a lot of things that Miranda will say and will swear to and insist upon with complete conviction in her voice, that are entirely untrue and she knows it.

See, you have to think of Miranda in a lot of very indirect ways. If you come at her from the front and take her at face value, you’ll get something much different than what she actually is, and that’s almost intentional. She’s Crown Princess. She has to know how to play the courts, and that includes saying things without saying them and understanding how to pacify and manipulate those around her and phrasing everything just right to not get caught. If look at her directly, that’s exactly where she wants you to be, and where she has the most control over how she comes off. It’s not just coincidence how she can command a room and keep all eyes on her effortlessly. It’s literally where she’s most in her element, and most able to obscure herself.

However, if you look at her more from the side, less of what she’ll say and more of her intentions, what she wants out of things, how she navigates the world, all of her little reactions that she won’t bring attention to — then you start getting the real picture of what Miranda is like. She’s an unreliable narrator and you have to treat her like one. All of the things she brings attention to are seldom the most important thing, and that’s why I leave so many little breadcrumbs in my writing that tie back into the bigger picture but will sit unnoticed if you don’t pick up on them being there. Miranda’s like water. She’s fluid, and has to be held in a container to take on a proper shape that can be understood.

She’s also entirely tied up in denial and a lot of complicated emotions that she’s nowhere in the right place to untangle, so she’ll entirely ignore them until there’s a quiet enough moment where she can begin to pick at them.

All of this is why Miranda can be so... much, sometimes. She’s cute and silly and kinda dumb sometimes, she’s efficient and ruthless and fully in control at other times, and she’s tragic and confused and powerless at different moments still. She’s any one of these things, and she’s all of these things, and she’s none of these things, all at once, because you have to think of her as something else that is being constantly shaped by what’s around her. It’s why she can turn on a dime, or seemingly without warning, or have wildly different reactions to the same thing. There’s a deeper core to her character, and what you see is not what you’re going to get.

So I feel like the first mistake would have been impersonating Miranda. There are much easier targets, and the fact of her inconsistency and her habit of lying actually make her all the harder to actually pull off. All it would take is simply being too consistent with Miranda, focusing too hard on any one of her singular facets, or just taking her at face value and believing she is who she says she is. She’s not contained in what she says or how she holds herself. She contained in all these tiny, wordless, thoughtless habits and trends that people who have been around her have noticed or picked up on, and if you fail at those unsaid things, then that’s a HUGE red flag that that’s not really Miranda.

[chaosmultiverse]

(xsprxsso) ❓ monster prom lore?

SEND ME A “ ❓ “ TO GET MY OPINION ON SOMETHING.

I think that the games themselves don't go into it enough and often seem to go for the lazy route, like we get vague things but like what's going on in hell? Why is there a war there? Do humans know about monsters? How interconnected is human stuff to monster stuff? Y'know I've got questions and they are questions that aren't really in the scope of a dating sim

@xsprxsso

[superbeaucoupdevisages]

(xsprxsso) “  the world feels too big for me to be noticed,  yet too small to hide.  ” (Missy to Oz mayhaps?)

@xsprxsso

      "And to think, the world is much, much bigger than most will ever see in their short life times! I've found tons of places to hide over the millennia, but then again, I might as well be the reigning monarch of hide-and-seek."

[rainnstormm]

(xsprxsso) "Oh, don't worry! It's a contained portal run by my manager. Only turns on and off when my job is done, and right now I'm on a research mission so I just have to send her a signal when I wanna go home." Marcy looks awfully proud of herself for a moment. "Who are you callin' small? And who's...[BLEEP] boy?"

She's being censored by the Disney gods.

"Huh. Ohhh.... kay. Weird job you have." Magic is fuckin' weird. She never bothered asking the old man about it 'cause it always seemed so complicated and fancy. Who has time for that stuff?

"Oh, Piss Boy?" She shrugs. "Guy who lives here. He's usually either here or in that stuffy castle not too far from here."

[s1lveredw1ngs]

There’s a small notecard, writing on one side and a handful of pen doodles on the other of various flowers. “I apologize for the fae bothering you, I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble when visiting the king. Are you alright? If there is anything I can do, it’s no trouble at all. -Riley” (xsprxsso)

@xsprxsso

Sparrow blinked at the note, trying to place who this person was. As far as he could recall...he didn't know much about them, if anything at all. But was this person that the fae's had been poking him about? The other person who...oh...oh dear.

"Well, now don't I feel like a heel..." Sparrow hummed to himself, reading over the card again. He really had let himself get pretty upset hadn't he? Sparrow decided really needed to do some thinking about himself and what was important in this whole mess.

[bluescarfvivi]

@xsprxsso​

feed them! (from Marcy, who has a plethora of weird snacks from like a hundred dimensions)

GASP!

“Can I get one of each?? Please, please, please, pleeeeeeease?” 

[viviskull]

@xsprxsso​

for the assumption game

- Autism™

- Nerd (affectionate)

- You can be pretty excitable when you have the energy for it, sometimes even a bit feral

- l o u d

- when you have your mind set on something, almost nothing can stop you and you will not stop what you're doing until it's done

((Aw shucks, I suppose Luz did kinda gave most of that away.  4 outta 5 (for your assumptions), I related a ton to most of the characters I picked out mainly for the neurodivergent vibes given I tend to see myself in them quite a bit.  Eve was my first,  Vivi was my second, and Luz and Bluey are the more recent ones I latched onto to in recent years.  I like these guys because they remind me of myself as a kid in some ways, be it for sad reasons or happy!))

[viviskull]

In that moment, when he heard the way his companion’s words shakily sputtered out like she was so close to crying, all the thoughts of keeping his human-ish disguise intact for his beloved’s comfort literally burned away like a forgotten memory.  His heart practically dropped to the pits of his stomach.  Oh, by the curses of his death, what has he done?  Hesitation quickly turns into a startling look of concern, an expression full of worry simmering to the surface of the ghost’s skeletal features.  His eyebrows raise high, his gaze frantically searching Riley’s frightened expression through the cracks in her fingers with near mirroring unease.

It had been hard not to ignore the way how her emotions buzzed about the air with dreadful alarm.  His attention was fully upon her.  Although it took some effort to keep his eyes on hers, not wanting his gaze to wonder where it really shouldn’t go, minor guilt had been a fine motivator.  She had been straddling him even then, with them still huddled so closely he could still feel the sizzling heat steaming off of her skin, but his anxiety occupied his brain much more riding alongside all his conflicting emotions. 

“H-Hey..!”  His voice instinctively draws itself into a soft murmur, an unfortunate habit he picked up whenever he used to babysit his young sisters so long ago.  Two hands are already working to nudge his fingers underneath Riley’s palms, his touch feeling warm to the touch as he pulls her hands into his own; if only to gently keep her from hiding her face for that instance.  “I-It’s okay!  It’s okay… What do you mean you thought you were over what?”  His eyes seemed to practically glow with the glimmer of his bright concern.  He looked cute almost like this, just looking like he just committed the worst crime against his poor girlfriend.

Poor thing.

“Is everything okay, Cupcake?”  He gives her hands a tender squeeze.  Her palms always looked so tiny compared to his, so little even.  Still though, his gaze could pierce right through her if he wanted to.  Lewis tilts his head.  “You know you can tell me, right?”

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Almost instantaneous, this spirit practically felt himself nearly recoil the moment he heard Riley’s fearful voice squeak out into his ears.  His frame grows rigid, his quick alarm being swift to drown out the hard twinge of his heart skipping a beat as a surge of adrenaline forces him to rise from the warmth of his companion’s exposed stomach.  On his bed, where they had hastily yet clumsily half-undressed themselves in between their frantic kisses, Lewis gazed down upon his beloved as he loomed over her with a shallow, heated breath; her fishnetted legs still clinging onto his hips with lingering uncertainty.  Hot, nearly steaming off his body he felt so hot, the fleshy tones of his mortal mask held a dark, rosy tint to his cheeks.  Yet so acutely aware of how small his companion had been, he couldn’t help the retractive impulse of letting his hands (that once wandered, itching to explore every inch of his partner’s skin, and circled about Riley’s back) fall to her hips then.  Something more gentle, more smaller.  He knew how his figure often felt imposing, and for fear he felt like he did something wrong, too.

His mattress gives a protesting squeak as he shifts his weight back to not incidentally trap them in their shared spot.  Oh, underneath the comforting light of his pink lampshade, Riley looked so small, frail in his arms; something worth protecting… Yet someone who felt hesitant in his presence now.  In his eyes, she had been so precious to him, so near and dear to his dear heart, he was barely restraining to keep so many of his desires of pulling his head back under; to lose his head when his melting heart wanted so desperately to show her how much they meant him, to spoil them in their entirety.

But right now, his needs had to be on the backburner, her heart took priority over his.  His heart skipped another beat, it was twinging with pain straining ache.  Something told him this wasn’t something he could take lightly, if he’d known the signs, then.

“.. W-We can.. can stop and sit this out if it feels too much, Riley.”  He sputters out.  “This.. This is a bit much after just getting home, isn’t it?”

Riley had never expected it to get this far. It had started with innocent flirting on their night out; a joke here, a teasing gesture there, and a few soft whispers to his ear when no one was looking. For all her jests, she hadn't expected to end up pinned against Lewis' bed, her dress pushed down to pool around her waist, his shirt tossed somewhere across the room and gasping for air between desperate kisses. Her thighs pressed in close around his waist in an attempt to keep him closer, not that she needed to. A building heat had begun to surround them, closing in and almost suffocating. So much, but so good, feeling his touch on her marred skin so loving and passionate.

Hands roaming up her back towards her bra clasps, pushing her dress slowly further down-

Alarm bells blaring in her head- so much, too much-

The words come tumbling from her lips before she even realizes.

"It's too soon, I'm not ready."

Instantly his hands froze before falling to gently rest on her hips, shifting back as to not cage her in completely. Riley shuddered, forcing her breaths to slow down, to steady herself before she burst into a panic. Her eyes flitted over his form, from his chest up to his mortal mask bathed in soft pink hues. The hesitant look in his eyes should have been enough to soothe her nerves, yet her racing pulse just wouldn't slow. He stopped, she loves him and she trusts him why is she still freaking out about this? She wanted this- want him so badly, she knew she was finally in a place to be ready for it but she still couldn't get over her.

She felt as small as she looked compared to his monstrous stature, still looking like the most tempting sin incarnate. It wasn't as if he could help it, no matter what he did he was bound to tower over her, but in the moment it wasn't much help. With even the slightest shift as she pushed herself up, the bed squeaked and screeched in the most painful way to her ears. She reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, her hand noticeably trembling.

She gave him the most apologetic look she could muster. "I- I'm sorry, Lew- I-I want this, really I do I just- god this is so stupid-" She sighed, her head now hung in shame as she held her hands over her eyes. "I thought- I thought I was over this by now fuck-"

[lightswcrn]

(xsprxsso) Oh look, here comes the lady of the hour. "Arthur! There you are, are you okay? I felt like something might be wrong so I ran here and the maids said you would-" She freezes, red creeping over cheeks. She turns away slightly, covering her eyes with her hand. "Okay, you're shirtless, um- a-anyway, are you okay? Are the far bothering you? Or am I just being paranoid cause honestly that's pretty likely and-"

And, she's flustered rambling. Hooray.

hearing his name - not ' king ' or ' your majesty ' - just ' a r t h u r ' - he slowly turns his head , & the shock was like lightning through his body - his hair curling & swirling around - eyes wide with the yellow creeping over his face a g a i n she saw him she SAW him like this she saw him without a shirt - ! she really came here , running all the way to check on him , & she had to see him like this -

『 " riLeY - ! " 』 he's frozen , anchor thumping hard even still right near the pool. he was practically frozen & the area around him was ringing , her gorgeous long pink hair & her voice that makes his heart feel l i g h t - he quickly sinks into the water , with his hair floating on the surface , some tying to shape into hearts -

『 " i am . . . alright - " 』 his voice is clear , since water doesn't affect ghosts in the same way. 『 " the fae were being pests - however - i - i have been relaxing just fine - in the pool. do you need - s - something - ? " 』

stop stuttering !

she SAW him buthowmuchdidshesee - !

[rxtroskull]

spooky state skeletons! (send shivers down your spine- sorry I had to. -xsprxsso)

//Hehe it's alright! Thanks for reading the rules!

[talesofnovembria]

(xsprxsso) Warning: has a cool factor way to high to calculate with a taste for angst. Handle with care and tell them they're awesome, because they are :3

What if the MUN had a warning label? What would it say?

((So many sweet warnings with a dash of angst. Beware or those of your who compliment may be my next target for that love with a dash of angst. HAHA!))

[atropaanimus]

(xsprxsso) “don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.” (from Missy?)

@xsprxsso

A blink and a smile crossed their face. "Of course not my dear! If anything, I'll take it as a compliment."

"Nothing about my social life involves blending in, hun. However..." Milo gave a look over the newcomer with a happy stare. "I don't think we've formally met! Milo Belladonna."

Milo didn't always offer an immediate handshake, the touch of death myth and all. However if the woman offered one, they would gladly oblige. It was only proper manners after all!

[rainnstormm]

WHERE WERE YOU

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU. WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE."

This isn't even her house.