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@outofthiisworld
✦˖° an indie RP multimuse that used to just be two ocs, but now has a bigger roster! this is my little, low maintenance corner that's subjected to whatever i think is neat.
👾 written by boo | 29 | she/they
👾 selective & mutuals only. au, duplicate & oc friendly!
👾 sporadic activity
👾 content warnings: general violence, gore, body horror, medical & scientific malpractice, discussion of trauma & mental illness, memory loss, my whims. minors dni
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Reblog if you're a safe RP partner to say NO to!
Some people are afraid to say no or are afraid that you will get mad at them! This is to say that you would prefer people politely tell you NO if they don't want to do something!
Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:
I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead
Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!
Variations of these!
👽// hiiiiiiii <3 thank you for your patience in me suddenly disappearing, been running around and dove headfirst into a new hobby:
🌱PLANTS!!!🌱
i wouldn't necessarily have a problem with seeing a doctor whose name was dr skull. but if his office was in a cave i'd be alert for signs of a lair
Doc. If you could, what would you change or done different at the time of the containment breach?
ᯓ🧪˖° What he’d do different? He sighs. Nostrils flaring as Doc rolls his neck with a loud CRACK pop!
“Eugh … everything? Woulda’ not rushed it without a plan like some dumbass.” How many lives would have been spared if he took his time? In late, sleepless nights—he’s thought about it: a better plan, that is.
But everything had worked out for Ophelia and him in the end, hadn’t it? All those lives lost sure knocked down ATLAS a peg. They put their everything into that fucking space station … if he planned better, was ‘smarter’ about it, wouldn’t they have caught them in the end anyway? At least now, they’re too busy licking their own wounds.
Maybe it was nothing more but some piss-poor excuse for a comfort he didn’t deserve.
“Doesn’t matter, though. What’s done is done. You’ll drive yourself nuts trying to think up all those shoulda’, woulda’, coulda’s.”
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Ophelia. What is it about Necrosis that scares you so much?
ᯓ💜˖° She stilled, sights somewhere else—far off—and the stench of rot returned. It wasn’t there, not really, was it? It couldn’t be, yet she’d never forget it (so many things she’s forgotten; why couldn’t this be one of them?)
✦˖° @stgzr: An airborne Rex has arrived at Casa Del Ophelia! But not under pleasant circumstances: while wistfully flying, a stray lightning bolt blasted right into his back...
ᯓ💜˖° Oopsie poopsie! Right on through her balcony—thank goodness she had the arcadia open, far less clean up on her part. Not like it mattered. The SHRIEK she just let out shattered the glass all the same.
“REX!?!”
…
“Hiiiiii,” and the giggling giggler giggled, twirled her hair, batted her eyelashes; the whole kit and caboodle. “Aren’t yoooou just the luckiest guy around? You get to see me!”
ᯓ🧸˖°// I’m thinking that Darlynne’s light constructs can crystallize into a permanent form if she wishes!!! Otherwise, the light will dissipate if her focus wanes (IE being distracted, knocked out, leaving the area, etc)🙂↕️
She can’t really change the coloration of the crystals however—so they all have the same, iridescent refractions of her light.
“give it to me.”
the grocery bag cutting into your fingers. the difficult jar. the story you have been carrying all day. the fear you cannot make sound reasonable.
“give it to me” can mean so many things in the mouth of someone who loves you. let me take what is awkward. let me make room for what hurts. let me hold this while you rest your hands. and perhaps you only loosen your grip enough for them to take one handle. still, the relief.
love does not always remove what is heavy. sometimes it simply refuses to let you carry it alone. ♡︎
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love "et cetera" like... theres soooo much more. beyond your wildest imaginations. Not gonna tell u what tho. Move on
Oh...he wasn't leaving. And here he was hoping he would once he stood up. And oh yeah, he had been trying to intimidate the guy off his back...somewhat. Honestly, that had been a knee jerk reaction closer to a threat display to fend off predators than anything.
Not that he saw Corbeau as particularly predatorial at the moment. Mantispunch was just starting to get too used to running and getting cornered.
"Your handymen... to clean up a corpse." Oh, that's....that's shady as hell. But he supposed it was better for a person to be at least a little overtly suspicious than for them to be overwhelmingly unassuming only to be a threat later on.
"That would be nice... but uh...I wouldn't want to trouble you. Or your men. I mean, I've been- I've been doing this on my own all this time," he said as if he was built for this shit. And again we really need to stress here that he was not.
He really wanted to just let this suspicious stranger help him.
ᯓ🐦⬛˖° His chest tightened. Were those rusty heartstrings of his being tugged? Corbeau could tell by the hesitation, that slight stammer, and so much unsurety tucked away behind modesty: this city’s monster wasn’t born one.
No one ever was, but Corbeau’s been in this line of work too long to NOT sniff out fresh meat (the sight of Mantispunch rubbing at his bloodied knuckles seared itself into the forefront of his mind).
“You shouldn't have to do any of this. Not really fair, is it?”
‘Life’s not fair,’ a mantra he’s heard over and over again. What fuckin’ bullshit. Just an excuse to roll over and look the other way.
“We all get covered in the grime of this world as we go through life. This city needs people willin’ to get their hands dirty cleanin’ up that mess so honest folk don’t have to.”
That’s a mantra each grunt has heard over and over again. Spoken strong, resolute in its conviction with a head held high alongside his hands. He flipped open the burner phone. No number dialed just yet.
“You aren’t troubling me. If you were—I wouldn’t have offered. So, you gonna let me and mine do my job, or what?”
They are actually doing this now, huh? Him giving her a piggyback ride home. If she wasn't the shy barkeep now, Lilli would be laughing at this. But hey. Why not. There is no good reason why she should decline his offer. Might even be fun. And perhaps she will learn a little bit more about the rabbit hero.
" Ah- Alright! I mean... if you are sure...? But- But please don't push yourself if I'm... to heavy. "
The vigilante of course knows that she isn't heavy at all. And Rabbot surely doesn't seems weak either. So when the hero hunched over, the barkeep hesitantly and carefully climed on his back. But it took her a moment longer to decide where to hold onto him, before simply wrapping her around his shoulders and neck. Not strong enough to choke him of course. That also resulted in her head being right next to Rabbots.
" Uhm... Is- Is this okay? "
The woman asks, before another small laugh escapes her when he shouted like a someone promoting a rollercoaster.
" I mean... I don't want to make you uncomfortable. "
ᯓ🐰˖° “Totally okay, don’t even sweat it!” He laughed alongside her own, it light in his chest and a mirror of the reassuring smile underneath his helmet (regardless if she couldn’t see it).
There’s no indication of discomfort—if anything, it wouldn’t be the first time someone accidentally choked him out while aboard the hops-a-lot express, and while it certainly wouldn’t be the last, the mindful hold hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“You just let me know if you get sick or wanna stop at any point, ‘kay? Slap me three times!”
His gloved hands take hold onto her thighs, ensuring he has a secure grip on Lilli in case that light grip can’t hold on, all as he squats down even lower to the ground. There’s a noise. Almost like a piston, gas releasing, a few clicks from the back of his pawblades before a silent boomburst launched the two high, high, high up into the night sky.
“WHICH WAY!?” Rabbot calls out. The side of his helmet tilts, just a smidge, to try and make out is still doing okay while the descend back down.
just saw a pigeon doing the puffed up courtship dance thing to another pigeon, and as he was strutting around he suddenly stopped for a split second to do a very brief preen-peck at his own side, then returned to the strutting around. and i surprised myself by instantly losing respect for the male pigeon in that moment, like come on man i appreciate you had an itch or whatever but how is she supposed to feel special when you're getting distracted by bullshit like that? which on reflection i don't endorse, i mean those are pretty harsh dating norms i'm imposing on these pigeons, from a total outsider perspective, for no reason. probably not all girl pigeons are as uptight about that sort of thing as i would apparently be if i was a girl pigeon, maybe she even found it endearing who knows, i don't know her. it's none of my business really. sorry pigeons.
✦˖° @maycontainshellfish !!!
ᯓ🧸˖° Darlynne’s brow shot up in time with the crack of her canned tea. “When’s the last time you shoved yer foot in yer’ mouth, boy?” She rolled her eyes and took a hefty gulp before sighing.
Then, a chuckle, as she let the nerve of this guy roll off her like water on a duck’s back.
“Like I said: Don’t usually get guests. All that stuff tends to take a back-seat, I guess.” Darlynne shrugged. Organization, routine, all that stuff never came natural. Easier to shove it all in a corner when it’s just you and yourself.
She plopped down on some built-in futon tucked away in a nook of the ship—coulda been a couch, coulda been a bed—but on a shelf overhead was a cassette player. Tunes played, didn’t matter what, as long as it filled the silence outside of the storm.
“I ain’t holdin’ you captive. If you wanna catch yer’ death out in this weather, by all means, but my mama raised me better than to leave someone out in the rain.”
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“Comin’ from a CLOWN?! You’d know a thing or two about not being fashionable, wouldntya?!”
Wait, isn’t he on record saying that Peelaboo’s fit was at LEAST a B+? Sure, a superhero can always change his mind, but … !!
ᯓ💜˖° YEAH, HE DID—ONCE UPON A TIME! Peekaboo nearly cracks, bursting with laughter, but a much better idea comes to that terrible mind of hers.
“Oh.”
So. It’s a frown instead of her usual pout, no cheeks puffed out this time but instead, a wavering lip. The bells of our playful phantomime’s cap jingle as her head hands low.
“I ... thought you liked my outfit ... ?”
Peekaboo holds herself, kicks at an imaginary pebble, the whole kit and caboodle! Oh no … she’s sniffling … is she crying? She hides her face in her hands and turns away. Her shoulders begin to shake.
Snrk! "Peekaboo! Be nice! He's doing his best!" Not that that stops the muffled giggles shes trying to suppress.
ᯓ💜˖° “Clover!” She repeats in similar fashion, and her suppressed lil’ giggles is all it takes for Peekaboo’s own to chime along with.
“That’s his best?” asked Peekaboo, all with a (pretend) pout. “ Aw, poor baby blue …”
Peekaboo pulls out a balloon … and another balloon … then another one … before twisting them together—OH, IT’S A VIOLIN! She begins to play it. The latex squeaks a terrible cacophony of what would be a beautiful orchestral piece.
