so hip, it hurts!

independent. 21+, oc/crossover friendly. mutuals only. low / sporadic activity. mostly OC multimuse by ramone (they/them, 26), like it says on the tin. swag. non-roleplay blogs with no rp blogs attached to them are henceforth banished.

doc here with all the goodies on it. opens. prompts.

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main muses: goddard & moog & harry | others listed below cut.

[what is moog up to? who knows - but he's got the attention of a passing entity.]

The bot looks up at his handiwork, a series of painted on additions to some poster-style advertisements. A mustache, glasses, the usual silly stuff. All to make a mockery of the figures in them, notably some big names in DEVO Corp. He turns to them with a pleased grin and thumb jutted out towards his artwork.

"Am I? I know you covered my trail and was incredibly kind and I saw whoever or whatever coolness that was ... but don't you know how hard it'll be to keep that to myself?"

Moog quips, eyes and hands tracing over the snow globes and knick knacks the gift shop had to offer. It was his chosen place of refuge until the havoc he'd caused died down, and he was being good by not swiping some of the fancy keychains. He taps his fingers gently over the glass of one of the souvenirs, deeply pondering the urgent request. Eventually, he turns around to look at Steven, a small smile on his face. He was just messing with him.

"Yeah," Moog replies far too casually, "it's not like they can do anything that'll hurt me if things go south. It's one of the perks of not, uh, being made of flesh and blood. Or so I've heard." He flippantly shrugs and looks over to Henry. He's bored, achingly so. It almost makes him feel like he's shaking in anticipation, or maybe he was but didn't have the ego to admit it. Desperate for any sort of entertainment or action he could get his hands on, he was the bot to recruit.

"I can only do so much before they get the princess squad out to grab me, so you might find their knives and/or other weapons come flying at you instead of me. Sorry in advance, but I hope you know I really am excited for the free opportunity to screw some people over." He flashes an exaggerated, excited grin despite the cynicism and heavy sarcasm in his words.

today’s goal is to crack down on schoolwork as much as I can and then try to work on bios. a lot of them are just me copy / pasting info, but I’ve started tweaking it as well, so that’s what’s taking me so long. If you want a sneak peak, I’ll drop a WIP List Below; not all are on my doc yet:

you have three (3) brain cells

knowledge is power. be careful of how you use it. if you ever say you're dumb i don't trust you. either you're lying or you don't use the three whole brain cells you've been blessed with

I have Tony, who’s an ooooold oc of mine. Lives in NYC. Italian. Had a big family, a twin brother. But her twin gets killed, and she’s left to grieve and she doesn’t know where to put the anger and she becomes a delinquent because she can’t process anything. And then a helping hand comes in and offers her a chance to take her anger out on a punching bag and learn techniques and. Now she’s a boxer in her adult life, among other things (taxi driver, waitress) to support herself. She transitioned, too. Nice lady.

Then there’s Nosy, also an NYC Italian. Diff part of town, maybe, but she’s also had plenty of run ins with the cops. Hell, her dad is one. He doesn’t like when she tells people though! Oh, that’s because she’s nosy! She’s a misfit! And she’ll listen and listen and yammer about what she’s heard… for the right price. She got crafty as a kid too, and it landed her in juvie! She got out and… it’s as they say, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks… but she proves you can improve on ‘em. Info broker this, mechanic that. Sure, sure. Maybe a lil’ illegal drag racing on the side.