sweet things and bad spuds

i am the one who made me. i built myself as i wished, according to my heart.

mummiform, an independent, selective, and fandomless oc made and wrapped with love. low and sporadic activity, mutuals only, 21+. penned by ramone, 26, they/them.

Yikes. The astronaut’s brows raise, but he stays silent as Nebty practically screams at him. She’s not exactly helping her case.

“What did he do?” Olimar crouches next to her, peering at the hieroglyphs. He thinks that she probably hasn’t considered the fact that everyone in the museum will know these marks were made by her, since she couldn’t find anyone to write in English, instead.

“And what does it say? I think you’re the only resident who’ll actually get the joke.”

Olimar reaches out for the sharpie with a mischievous smile.

“Here— I’ll translate. And if anyone asks, you can truthfully tell them that I’m to blame for this heinous act of vandalism.”

Nebty nods, affirming her own statements, but any pride seems to dim at his mention of the language barrier. "Oh, you think so? I see...," she murmurs, but devilishly grins and hands him the marker right away at his offer.

"You are the bestest ever! Forever you will be favored!" The pharaoh claps her hands lightly before she settles down enough to detail her message to the masses to Olimar. A finger is held up before she exhales and lets loose. "I said that his hairline recedes so far back, much like a drying river, that his head must be experiencing a drought! Also, he is old."

but earlier you said "TONIGHT, WE'RE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999." you said that when you came to work. i never said that.

Independent / Selective / multimedia multimuse

It’s whined out as if she was a modern teenager and not over two thousand years old, but she is still a teenager and is still youthful and childish. There’s an accompanying petulant stomp and grumpy arms folded across the chest as the pharaoh looks back on the results of her target practice.

A nearly crashed chariot, a few arrows stuck in the wall, one just two inches away from being by the painting’s head. The subject of which still looks terrified, or she imagines as such. She sighs, looking back at her caretaker. “He is old and not as valuable as me; I would have put him out of his misery. It is past his time.” Nebty scowls, doing a guilty shuffle of a dance with her feet, unable to meet the eyes of the woman.

it's a small town. everybody knows your face.

lakeviewpa, a independent multimuse roleplay blog featuring scifi/alien abduction horror ocs

an exploration in lost memories, missing time, what it means to be a "person", questioning reality, having no one believe what happened to you, and small towns keeping their secrets close without even knowing they're secrets at all.

low activity - iconless - faceclaimless - 18+ only

it's a small town, son.

abducted by junestar, 29, he/they

Various sentences taken from the mobile game Umamusume: Pretty Derby

Change pronouns/words any other adjustments as needed.

“I like this new look we both have in our eyes.”

“I’ll take the legend she left behind… and crush it under my own two feet!” 

"The word for what you are to me is... friend"

"I made some desserts, you can have some if you want. I will be... very happy if it's to your taste."

"The night... Is kind... It can hide the thing one wishes to remain hidden under the veil of darkness..."

"If you want to know more about me, then come at me, straight on. Then maybe I'll tell you."

"Good morning... seeing you this early in the morning, I can feel the darkness in my heart driven away."

"How does seeing me standing next to you in this dress make you feel? ...You can tell me the next time we're alone together."

"What a blessed day to be a simp!"

"I try to push you out, and you sneak right back in. You're just so... stubborn."

"Why must obtaining consent be so bothersome?"

"Everything I do... is so I can shine in this moment."

"You have to believe the fan service is directed only at you!"

"I'm not drunk at all! This gal is raring to go!"

"Would you rather have chocolate or me? Kidding! You can't have me just yet!"

"Together, we shall rewrite history."

"[NAME] is very athletic .... they can do parkour."

"Your reward for working hard all day is my dazzling smile! ♪ Yep, it's an exclusive just for you!"

"How long have you been here? Talk about cringe."

"It's okay to be cringe!"

"Honestly, mood. That was a major L. Like XXL."

"I must rescue the poor masses stuck in the abyss of despair that is not knowing my existence!"

"I put your chocolate on your desk, so... eat it, toss it, whatever."

"Will you protect my cuteness? Pretty please!"

"That kind of hubris is what brought down the tower of Babel you know."

"You know, I don't... hate everything about myself anymore."

"Come now, it's time to rise and shine. One should always appear dignified."

"You're making waves, huh? I'm low-key jealous right now."

"Wow! Normies sure have it rough!"

"Feel free to drop by if you're looking for a sweet dream!"

"WOW! What an epiphany! Sometimes I scare myself with how smart I am!"

"I've always loved this kind of fashion! Just, um, please don't look at me like that…"

"Hmph, I'm not my mother, you know! I'm capable of cooking... I can even make rolled omelets!"

"Do I have any hope for salvation?"

"This morning I received an email from someone claiming to be a prince of a certain country. Apparently he has a surplus of wealth and is looking for someone who will use that money efficiently."

"What is a mere god to a mommy? I never stood a chance..."

"Ew! Quit staring, you perv!"

"You don't skimp out on the fan service at all!"

"Rejoice, for I have freed up my schedule for you today.

"Wow! Normies sure have it rough!"

"Feel free to drop by if you're looking for a sweet dream!"

"We've gotta go on another simp pilgrimage."

"Wow, what a work of art!" She chirped from her digital frame, she displayed an animation of herself leaning, pulling a lollipop from her mouth with a smile. Tae-Young felt his body grow unresponsive, hesitating as he forced himself to turn around. Maybe he could catch that this was a misfire of her code, a cruel joke. After all, he certainly didn't program her to comment to death, especially not the death of the artist who designed her.

"I wonder who will be next? You...." MiNA's model turned her gaze to her creator, voice infecting his soul via his headphones.

"Or Eun-Ji?"