#colombeviolet

Send “⏬” to see my muse in a low point of their life || No longer accepting

Stan sat against the apartment wall, the room filling with the gloom he’d been felt since evacuating from Ponchella. His bones ached with loneliness and longing for the friends he’d left behind. But what else could he do? He couldn’t let the Plague get to them too. He wouldn’t. He liked them too much to let that kind of nightmare happen to them. 

There was a soft purring mrow as a semi-short haired cat sauntered up and climbed into his lap. She purred and nuzzled him, seeking attention while also seeking to comfort. The ploy worked and soon the cat was wrapped in the man’s arms and being scritched with gentle fingers.

“Heya Don,” Stan mumbled stroking his cat’s noggin. “How’s my girl?” 

The cat purred loudly, adoring the attention as he scratched her back and forehead. As he did so, Steak’s voice drifted through his head, sending pangs of grief radiating through his bones. 

‘You got a problem with Whiskers?’ Steak had asked before introducing him to the cat. Other voices began to pile in, each one seeking to remind him of a friend he’d left behind. Sansy, Dove, Smoke, Gorey, Tori, Humerus, Gigi… that grumpy bespectacled skeleton scientist whose mug he still had in storage… So many precious people in his life and most of them not even residents of his own world. 

“Aw, Whiskers,” Stanley mumbled as his fleshy facade fell. “I wonder if they know how much I miss them?”

Mmmm.

Name: Michelle Gender: Female  Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Relationship: Single Zodiac: Sagitarius

Favorite Color: depends tbh  Favorite Season: Fall Favorite Place: home I guess Favorite Holiday: Uhm. Thanksgiving maybe. Cuz food. Favorite Video Game: Pokemon (It’s the only one I’ve finished more than once) Last Show/Movie You Watched: Law and Order: SVU What’s your honest opinion about your muse?  He’s a dork. A gigantic, enormous dork. But I also like that he’s not as simple as he seems. Gil’s actually pretty complex, there’s so much more to him than the giant goofball on the surface.

Would you date your muse? Sure, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. But I think I’d more likely end up being his friend. ♥

What are your favorite kinds of threads? Fluff. I like fluffy things. I’m not opposed to playful bantering either *freaking Dan cough*

Are you a selective roleplayer? Probably. I try not to be, but I do have preferences. I end up being wary of OCs a lot, especially the female ones. They just end up being too... Perfect? OP? Dramatic? Idk, but the muns I’ve interacted with in the past have tried too hard to have their OCs liked by everyone. They’ve also practically pushed them onto Gil in the hopes of making a ship. I know not all are like that (I freaking loved Grace), but I can’t help it at this point.

Do you have a favorite muse (if you have more than one)? Considering the fact that I haven’t abandoned this blog yet, I’d def say my fave is Gil. He just clicks with me so much and I’ve seriously gotten attached to him. No matter how inactive I become or how many other RP blogs I make, I know I’ll end up coming back to him every time.

What made you decide to join the fandom? At first, I wasn’t really interested in Hetalia cuz it sounded kinda dumb tbh. Idk, I prolly didn’t think it would be actual humanized countries, but people who were representations and it seemed stupid at the time. Then, I got into the series in my junior or senior year of high school, I think. I don’t really join fandoms, tho. Usually I’m just a fan and I avoid the fandom in general. Then, RP blogs happened. I made one for Atem, followed a RP buddy into Hetalia, and bam. I found myself part of the fandom.

Do you see yourself staying with the fandom for a long time? Like I said, I’m prolly gonna keep coming back to Gil no matter what. So, yeah, y’all are stuck with me. Good luck with that lol.

“OKAY BUT LIKE. i’m gonna love on my main rp partners b/c i love them.

@colombeviolet . STEPH I LOVE YOU OKAY. you;re my bestie & i wana write with you forever & ever. kisses.

@judgehund. i have literally had moments where i just kinda lay in bed & think “wow chesh is super awesome & i wanna hug them”. love u bby. uvu

@madomadotsuki. technically you’re not an undertale rper BUT!!!! sans loves his daughter v much & i love you cream!! you & steph are who i’ve been rping with the longest, and honestly i couldn’t have it any other way. pats ur face.

@outbraves. NIKKI!!!!! ilu nikki. best papyroo. 10/10. would rp again. our boys need to have brotherly shenanigans.

@thesaltyedgelord. i haven’t really talked to you much ooc, but salt is like. one of my favorite underfell sans. keep doing you, boo. :)

and lastly @pessimistiic!! fang is such an ass but i love him. i love him and i love you. lori is one of best writers i’ve interacted with in a while. kisses ur face.”

i am a slut for headcanons || always accepting tbh

Y E S yes absolutely this is 10000% true. whenever he starts even remotely caring for someone then he becomes borderline obsessive when it comes to protecting them. he tends to blame himself whenever someone he’s supposed to be protecting gets hurt, even if it wasn’t even remotely his fault. because he feels he could’ve prevented what happened to them if he had just done something differently.

   There are no words exchanged, and there won’t be until she’s ready to share them. Days or weeks or months, he’ll wait… His own fists are similarly balled though and he’s aching to ask her what’s happened, but she’s in no state for it.

“C’mere…” Steaks tone is unusually soft- and for a moment so is their hug. She’s no pushover, but she looked ready to shatter likemdelicate glass. The gentleness is shortlived; embrace soon becoming tighter, angry and protective thoughts merging into one.

It’s quite some time before his grip loosens, and even then he’s reluctant to let go of her… But eventually she’s guided over to the sofa, no choice in the matter. Steak refrains from bombarding her with questions still, but it’s clear to see that it’s a strain to do so.

Outside of his own crew, there are only three people that know how his voice sounds ( after the war, that is ).

The first is a young lady with prowess in tailoring and fashion design -- the same who made his hat, which started out rather plain but has become more and more decorated as time has gone on. Her name was Maribel Alice Walsh, and she’d known Lucian since he was a pre-teen ( ~10 ). She’s the only one who gets away with using his first name. At one point, it was awkward for them since she had a crush on him, but it was returned. They got over it though, and were planning on taking a voyage to South America... only for her to be targeted and killed by a rival pirate band. It’s still something he has nightmares about, since he got there too late to save her.

The second is an older man who has a more-or-less mentor role to Lucian. Having fought side by side with the elder in the war, Lucian’s distrust of people around him falls around this man in particular, and solely because of the reason that he has saved his life ( and vice versa ) more times than he can even recall. His name is Richard Martin, and he specializes in sailing and anything ship-related. His whereabouts are unknown, but Lucian knows he’s alive due to his ‘signature’ being left at sites that he unknowingly visits in search of gold and other such things.

      Now... this had not been his intent behind the words ‘call me whenever you need a favor’ but he supposes that it’s better than some nitty gritty work that he typically gets called for, especially with his line of work. Gaze briefly dropping to the cup of tea on the table, only to bounce back up to the speaking woman, he waits for her to fall quiet for long enough for him to get a word in edge-wise.