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( 𝓝O NAME ) NO BUSINESS / NO ADDRESS / 𝙽𝙾 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 ...
a private, mutuals only, plot orient & permanently low activity multimuse featuring various characters from a variety of franchises including but not limited to deadlock, fallout, titanfall, tmnt and more ( .ᐟ ) - # 𝟯𝟯𝟮MHZ, primarily canon based with a handful of originals ... written by 𝘤hantelle [ twenty6, they/he/she, gmt ] established may 2026.
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loving hands 'pon metal body. slightly crooked bowtie is corrected, the lapels of his suit jacket adjusted. their morning ritual - if slightly disturbed. the air is different today, their conversations quiet. dynamo speaks with excitement, wherein marla remains soft spoken. it was unlike her, to keep so contained. husband questions, wife offers a sigh.
❝ is this all really worth it? ❞ he'd assured her he'd come back, that nothing would keep them apart. what was she meant to do, not worry? tuck those feelings away, as if the fear hadn't plucked at her every night before bed? thirty one years - what was there without him?
dynamo's head is cradled in her hands. ❝ tell me you know i'd love you no matter what. ❞ thumb against glass, a familiar squeak. there's an emotion knit into her scrunched brows. ❝ you know that, right? ❞
“ marla, you're my everything. should there be so much of a fraction of a chance to get myself home as anything other than some ... splintered soul trapped in an automation, it's worth taking. ” dynamo's tone is low and loving, a promise makes to them both. and as a disembodied hand rises to tuck marla's hair behind her ear, he cranes his head to rest against her temple as if to gently plant a chaste kiss there. to properly articulate the fact she puts every star in his sky, there isn't enough words in any textual language - earth-kind, spectral, or occult. “ i know. ” heavens, does he know. “ it's why you have to trust that nothing will keep me from coming home, no matter the outcome. ”
dynamo takes her little hands in his, hugging them close to where his heart might have once resided - as if she's something delicate, perhaps even fleeting, that could leave him at any given moment. there's a phantom ache to the left of his breastplate. what was once blood and bone and muscle, obliterated into stardust : bereft of his anatomy but never of his humanity as he tortures himself of what - if's, conspiracies and probabilities. what he can do for the universe to keep his wife longer, or what the universe can do in turn to return to him the benignity of a man that ages alongside his wife, with a body comprised of skin warm and worthy of embracing : for this, there is nothing he would not do.
in an attempt to lighten the mood does he pull away briefly, cradling marla's chin in his thumb and index finger - stroking gently. there's no detail to his countenance to indicate the change in his expression before the playful diction to his tone expels his amusement, “ the only thing you should be worried about, my love, is what i'll look like if i do come back with my original body. i could be aged to high hell. ugly. naked ! wrinkled like an old prune -- maybe the big, handsome beefcake stood before you now isn't all he's cracked up to be, hmm ? ”
dynamo is a stupid fucking name. i cant believe ppl call him professor dynamo. that is not real
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[ ... ✩ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ᵎ Ꭵdent : @rpurl, for GEIST — " have you seen my pillow?
the audible groan cannot be helped, geist near immediately betrayed by a behaviour she'd otherwise consider puerile and reserved for company that doesn't extend beyond herself and the entity housed in her arm. childish, horrible thing. from rem's height obscuring him from her high & proud eyeline to the shrill, unearthly intonation of his words that makes everything sound curious and so matter - of - factly, he exhausts her. as if raising johann thrice over ... a special kind of hell, perhaps designed by the occult as a jeer, divine punishment for her specifically. “ no. ” bent at the hip, she squints at the creature - the itch under oathkeeper's ward suddenly a little more protuberant. “ you should retrieve it. go ... shoo ... um, fetch ( ? ) ... try wherever you left it last. ”
no gun all spirit butch abrams. coming to a game near u
i got evil-er if anyone cares
pocket's laugh is once more dry and *humorless, eyes narrowing as they try and weigh if the information lady geist had for them was worth the hassle of having to deal with lady geist. pocket's free hand rakes over their face, the burden of having to deal with the world they'd been thrust from weighing heavy 'pon their shoulders and dragging them *further into a stupor.
❝ i don't have much to offer. what do you want? ❞ they really don't have the upper hand here ⸺ they don't know the kind of leverage that lady geist had over the situation, but if she was *confident enough to meet them here, then there was something of a *trap laid in between the words. they exhale, body curling into themselves once again, ❝ what do you *want to have? within reason. ❞ maybe this was a bad idea ⸺ maybe pocket *should've run to the hills. pocket can't help but stay put purely for the possibility of another step forward ⸺ they need it.
briefly does she study the cigarette holder she pinches between her fingers, then through puckered, painted lips does the fatale take a drag. she talks before she expels, “ what i want, trickster, ” lady geist exhales, evidently unbothered by the smokes infringement of pocket's space, “ is results. rien de plus, rien de moins. ” ... to be a daughter, woman, mother of business is the only world jeanne cares to be familiar with : transaction is a religion. where her once-husband would reprimand her egocentrism, oathkeeper would instead agree should it have had the freedom to. perhaps this fact should not be of comfort to her.
“ your father is a very powerful man. for that same reason do i respect him just as much as i despise him ... i think him a fool. fools breed fools. and just like him, you are a slimy little thing. ” a smile plays jeanne's expression, pointed, her shoulder rolling in draped furs that she tucks her chin into with a kittenish conduct suited better for an audience with decades on somebody like pocket. the insult and cruel comparison played off as if it were a meaningless joke between friends. they're meaningless and a joke. but a friend ? now that's amusing. “ so i need something more than your meagre word in promise of your secrecy and my safety. i need it contracted in blood. ”
"chantelle why do u have a multi and only write lady geist" the better question is.....why do you hate hags
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i am leading the propaganda campaign for victor x celeste (shipname circusfreak) WHOS WITH ME ?
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one thing thats so important about tf2 is that all the women are just as insane and stupid as the men. youd think miss pauling is the level- headed voice of reason, but don't worry, she's neither level-headed or reasonable
Miss Pauling is among the most reasonable and intelligent characters in the setting, but in context those standards are set at “could hold a conversation with a normal person for a few minutes if pressed” and “knows how to read”.
There’s a voice line from the Gun Mettle update where she calls the player while doing a cave tour, and realizes shortly after initiating the call and only seconds before the other people on the cave tour discover a pile of dead bodies that they are, in fact, in a cave where she frequently goes to dump dead bodies.
I've created a helpful chart to illustrate this principle.
I also put way more time and thought into the chart than I probably should have. I can explain my logic if anyone wants.
Ariane Louis-Seize - Humanist Vampire Seeking Consenting Suicidal Person (2023)
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computation depends on a set of rules. calculations. complex operations. #PLASTiRON, an independent & private hamato donatello of eastman and laird's tmnt franchise. primarily idw orient with multi iteration influence. by chantelle ! 21+. me and my brothers, we work better as a unit. a set of actions that results in solving a greater problem.
so sorry i died ! i miss you so much !
johnny doodle bc i miss him again and i wanted to draw myself something in between commissions.
