IND. | TRIGGERING | LITERATE A mostly villains multi-muse blog conquered by Cobalt.
ft. muses from various fandoms; mostly cartoons and games. mobile navigation
founded 12/31/2019
Escargoon, Meta Knight, Dedede, Jumba, and Hämsterviel oh my days I have never seen a muse list so good in my entire life
ooc | Oh gee.. Thanks!~
Don't hold your breath about seeing Dedede, I basically only added him for spite purposes. 😭 And nobody's asked to write with Goon or MK in like. Probably 2 years or more, sadly. 😔 But it's good to know somebody out there appreciates them being here! 🥺 I'd love to bring them back out again, if the opportunity presented itself!
This is an open invitation to any and all: I welcome dash commentary posts reacting to my threads, even if you're not participating in them! Knowing people read my writing even if it's unrelated to them is so validating!
Send one or more emojis ( + descriptions ) for the kind of ship/dynamic you’d like to write with my muse! ( for multimuses, please specify. )
ROMANTIC
❤️ committed, romantic relationship
💘 friends to lovers
💔 used to be together but broke up
❣️ skinny love
💗 slow burn
💌 one muse has a crush on the other muse
💕 mutual pining
💝 romantic relationship of convenience
🏫 highschool sweethearts
💒 arranged relationship ( dating, engagement, political, etc. )
💋 one-sided romantic relationship ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
🖤 lovers to enemies
🤍 enemies to lovers
SEXUAL
💖 a sexual relationship that could turn romantic
🧡 friends with benefits
👄 a sexual, non-romantic relationship
🏩 sexual relationship of convenience
🔥 unresolved sexual tension
💟 developing sexual relationship ( may include romance )
💞 one muse approaches the other out of convenience ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
🔪 enemies with sexual tension
FAMILIAL
👪 biological family
👨👩👧👦 adopted family
🧑🤝🧑 family by choice/found family
👩👧 older/younger siblings
👭 twins
👥 cousins or extended family
👣 estranged family/feuding family
👨🏫 one muse is a teacher/mentor for the other muse ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
🚸 coworkers like family
🟡 family out of circumstance
⚪ pretending to be family
PLATONIC
💜 friendship
💙 queerplatonic partners ( an intimate, non-romantic committed relationship )
💚 friends like siblings
💛 childhood friends
💧 friends due to traumatic experiences
🤝 coworkers
⛔ reluctant friends
✅ enemies to friends
🌈 developing friendship
☀️ friends of circumstance
👔 strangers working together
☕ one muse works in service of the other ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
🕴 partners in illegal activities
👯partners in crime trope
⚡ sparring partners
🩹 friends forced to work against each other
🟥 one muse makes a deal or contract with the other ( magic or non-magic. ) ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
ENEMIES
🦴 mortal enemies
💀 enemies
⚔️ rivalry
🗡️ one-sided rivalry/grudge ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
🧠 enemies as narrative foils
💬 enemies because of conflicting ideologies
🤫 one muse is secretly an enemy/traitor to the other muse ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
😨 one muse is using the other muse for their benefit ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )
❌ guilty by association
🚫 friends to enemies
🪓 occupational enemies
🩸 enemies tolerating each other for a common goal
⚫ enemies using each other out of convenience
⬜ coworkers who hate each other
Meanwhile, she's pouting up a storm; pink-faced, glaring, absolutely stewing over the unfairness of this whole scenario. Emotions...confusing, mercurial things that made no sense and often couldn't accurately name. Why oh why did people take such great delight in poking at those feelings to make them writhe or fall apart?
"You like teasing me and making me squirm, not unlike a 5th grader putting bugs in a girl's hair. I don't know why you enjoy riling me up, but you seem to have a pretty grand time doing it." Was this immature? Absolutely. She's not going to let him get away with this utterly unscathed, after all.
"That's..." He was partially right, but Shy won't admit that. Recalling the creepy letters she'd been given earlier in the year, she's glad it isn't worse. She could be stuck with someone who wanted to make her into a living doll. A resigned sigh. "You know what? Fine. But I'm not gonna play Domestic Goddess for your amusement."
A confrontation over something so small but so charged with subtext, was something he’d hoped to avoid. So her remarks about him having too much fun with this did admittedly make his carefully controlled anxiety about this charade spike a little. It’s in the way goosebumps prickle on his arms despite the long sleeves he’s wearing, and the way his heart speeds a little faster in his chest. Well. Faster than it already did, just enjoying the privilege of being around her.
What could he say to that? Despite his apparent confidence, the truth is this is a lot for him to deal with, too. Could you blame him? Here’s someone who, for all intents and purposes, should’ve hated him just like everyone else — they even started out at a moral odds with one another, when they first met! — and yet somehow, she’d made the choice to allow him into her graces in a way virtually no one else ever had.
Calling him her friend so easily, when he’d never had a friend before (besides Azrael). Hugging him, when the last hug he’d ever gotten was so long ago that he hadn’t even been to Wizard School yet. Saying he looked nice, when everyone else had only ever compared his looks to a toad. Going so far as to say she preferred him the way he already was, and didn't have to change to be worth her time.
It’s sad. It’s pathetic. It’s shameful and embarrassing, to admit these things even to himself. But, she’s been everything he’d always dreamed about finding, but never thought would actually be out there.
So yes, maybe the idea of playing pretend for a few days — and indulging in the private fantasy of something deeper than friendship between them — had been an opportunity too sweet to pass up.
No, he hadn’t been so naive as to hope they’d fall into each other’s arms and say sweet nothings to one another, or anything. But Gods — the way the color rose on her face when they so much as touched this subject...
…
I like her.
…
The thought rose up in his mind, sudden and clear and very very loud. The weight of the realization settled on him like a physical presence on his shoulders.
Apparently he’s been quiet for a long time. Way too long. Because Azrael is pawing at him now, trying to get him to snap out of it and say something.
He sighed and tried for words, though his chest remained tight with nerves and a feeling whose name he'd only just learned.
“I’m… sorry if it comes off like I’m teasing you. It’s just that, well —"
“No one’s ever treated me the way you do. No one’s ever responded to me the way you — sort of seem like you’re responding. It's new, and I — I like it."
It's a subtle prompt for an explanation, but not one he really expected her to answer right then. Lord knows he wasn't ready to address this revelation, either.
“No matter what comes out of this... the simple truth is, there’s no one else I’d rather spend these three days with.”
"She did feel it. A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free." - The Tombs of Atuan, Ursula K. Le Guin
He's rubbing the back of his neck in a self-conscious sort of way, for this one.
"Er — not that I'm not happy with the way things are between us, but... are congratulations really appropriate when this is just a little game of pretend we're playing?"
"It will be over just as quickly as it started. Let's not get carried away."
He's practically dripping. Diamond studs in his ear. Rings studded with varying cuts and colors of precious gems, stacked on his fingers. Thick gold chain, iced out. Even his watch.
Why? No reason. Just because he felt like it today.
Oh, make no mistake he's having way too much fun poking at this particular sore spot now that it's been laid bare. But it's more than that; he's testing some theories — checking her temperature, so to speak. Seeing if that was a one-off oddity, or if Azrael's observations he'd made to him, once they got back to the mansion, had had any nugget of truth.
"What me, give you Hell? Now why on Earth would I want to do that..."
"There are people out there who keep their spouses at arm's length, and nowhere does it say how we have to treat each other. And it's all just a little game anyway, isn't it? So what does it matter."
"In fact, you could say I'm doing you a favor. So someone else, morally backwards that they might be, doesn't come by to ruin your life for three days instead. Because I got here first."
Clearly this topic was one that the wizard felt very, very strongly on. As Gargamel proceeds to prattle and rave, Betelgeuse blinks blankly as he half listens. His eyes wander from the wizard to the bookcase, and then back again, a brow slowly lifting as the details of his new employment opportunity are laid out before him. Pestilence. Scourge. Potions. Spells. Squish the buggers 'til their dead, yeah. He's got the gist.
He lets out some air from between his lips, sputtering out in amusement. What in the fresh hell did these bugs do to him?
The book is in his hands and he slowly directs his gaze to the page. Yeah These guys are. . . definitely . . blue? Heavily ringed eyes squint at the diagrams and he mumbles a 'for fuck sake' at the anatomy that's been draw out. What? He had a couple and then diced one up for shits and giggles, too? And people said HE was a weirdo. But there's some intrigue of his own in this mess. The concept of a Sorcerer's Stone is one he has heard of before and, if he plays his cards right, could be a valuable asset to have on deck.
The demon turns the page over, looking to see if there were any other additions the wizard had included. His throat clears and Betelgeuse looks upwards to meet the other's gaze.
❛ Alright. So, lemme get this straight. These little blue things are magic, you want 'em for more magic, and you've been chasin' 'em for a hundred years because they're apparently real good at bein' . . . magic. Got it. ❜ There's a nod of understanding. Everybody needs their hobby, he supposes. ❛ Not gonna be a problem, pal. ❜
The book is closed and then tucked loosely at his hip, held against him with his elbow. If the guy's gonna give him 'research material', Beej might as well take a proper look at it.
The following question about what the plan is to reach Betelgeuse's goals makes him recoil. ❛ Body snatch you? . . .Ew. No. I don't want your body. ❜ His lip twists in a frown before he seems to consider the option, though just for a brief moment. He shrugs before pressing on, his body sinking in height so he's held aloft but fully at eye level with the wizard. ❛ If I wanted a new body, I could possess any body. I don't want that. I want permanent residence. No leash. No timer. No getting yanked back because someone says my name too many times. ❜ His brow furrows in annoyance, recalling all too well how obnoxious it was to have his 'visa' revoked.
Bureaucratic bullshit. All of it. But 'maybe's. . . He can fuck around with maybe. If the Wizard has maybes, that means there's room for possibilities.
❛ You get me the supernatural green card and I'll grab you as many of those blue assholes as I can. ❜
Gargamel had always had a problem with being patient, and this guy was finding new ways to test him at every remark. At the frankly unnecessary sexual interpretation of his remarks about bodysnatching — you know, possession!?? — the wizard can only close his eyes for a long few seconds and take a few deep breaths, lest he should snap at him for being disgusting.
The other's crass way of speaking was definitely going to take some getting used to, but he'd stomach anything if it meant he could finally get some good, dirty, dishonest REVENGE.
"That's your first mistake, thinking they're easy to catch," Gargamel said levelly, in response to the demon's flippant dismissal of the challenge of catching Smurfs. That's what they all said.
"Didn't you hear me when I said I've only caught a few, and for not very long? Do you really think I'd risk my soul calling you up on Ye Olde Crystal Ball if I thought I could do this by myself? Get real, dude!"
A contemptuous sniff punctuating his point proved to be a proper mistake, as all it gave him was a biiig whiff of moldy, bloated, rotting dog. Not just wet dog — but DEAD dog. It's enough to make the eyes water and the throat reject the very air, and Gargamel can't keep himself from coughing and waving his hand in front of his face to dissipate the smell. Nor can he keep the disgusted, accusatory look off his face.
At the other's insistence that they start with fulfilling Gargamel's end of the bargain, the wizard heaves an exasperated sigh. He grabs a lit candle from the floor under the pretense of using its light, when really it was equally for the smell.
"Ugh. Fine. Fine. That's on me for thinking you'd be the agreeable sort," he tsked and shook his head disgustedly. This time, he's picking through multiple piles of magical clutter on the floor — looking for documentation of magical ingredients and their locations, potions, spells, binding, summoning, anything that might aid this particular task.
One thing about Gargamel, he had an unlikely ability to be prepared for most any magical task. Such was the particular burden of being a brilliant mind, bound by one's unfortunate circumstances — you had to think on your toes to make things work, sometimes. And there was no better way than to surround yourself with knowledge.
He set down the candle, then began to collect his materials. After a minute or two, heaped his gathered pile of parchments and books of varying size onto the wooden kitchen table with an impressive clatter.
"Right then. What are we thinking? We wanna do something simple — say, just bind you to a person or an object in this realm so you're beholden to them? Is that gonna be enough for your purposes? Or are we thinking something a little more advanced?"
He's tracing an elaborate pattern on one of the books with his finger, now.
"There's also the option of us custom-making you a vessel that you can inhabit as if it were your own body. I've brought my fair share of homunculi to life, you know. I'm a regular Doctor Frankenstein at it."
"Your continued immortality is something we'll have to deal with after the fact, assuming you don't wanna go back to being mortal.."
"Ah, yes! Of course. Ahem. Ask away." Oh tartar sauce. Here's hoping her desperation didn't show through. Kassandra couldn't help it! She had been so close that one time only for it all to slip right through her hands. It was like watching solid gold coins melt into nothingness before your very eyes.
"Cosmic jelly is the term we've decided to use for it. It is what holds and connects other dimensions together. Consider it like a tunnel from one spot to the other. Within that tunnel contains what we need." The mermaid cleared her throat in an effort to recompose herself. "Well, there's plenty of it to go around so an equal 50/50 split sounds reasonable to me. We wouldn't have to worry about other watchful eyes either. King Neptune's too busy repairing damages elsewhere to focus on the fact that I've escaped from his prison." The mermaid opened up a little more.
She can't help the eager grin spreading across her face. He seems to like the idea, and she'll take whatever she can get! "That sounds more than fair to me. We might even be able to use said jelly to locate your proper time period once we've gained enough of it." A finger is held up at the remark before letting what little cosmic magic she had left do its work. In a quick flash her mermaid tail had transformed itself into slender legs that matched her light purple skin. She was admittedly a little wobbly upon standing up but it didn't take her long to adjust.
"I don't need much. Just a room for sleeping and I can handle the rest." Kassandra paused before getting straight to the point. "Though if we're going to do this then let us agree on one thing. We don't betray each other. If by some stupid chance that wretched sponge hears about this or your little smurfs come about, let's not give them the means to stop us. I've already lost once because I....underestimated him. I don't want that to happen ever again. Can we agree to that?" A hand is extended forward.
"I'm not worried about King Neptune," Gargamel dismissed the threat as quickly as Kassandra had mentioned him.
Based on her description, Gargamel was under the impression that the King was so far up his own tailfin that he wouldn't wake up and smell the brimstone until it was already at the gates of his undersea Kingdom. And if the only other threat to Kassandra's plans were the meddling of a 'sentient sea sponge' well — she'd be free to do her devilry as long as she were landbound, wouldn't she?
Although, he did have a few questions about this sponge she'd mentioned. He sure didn't sound like any damn sponge Gargamel had ever heard of, and it might be worth knowing more about him for preventative, and scientific purposes later on. To prepare for his interference, should it come to that.
"This Cosmic Jelly stuff sounds rather similar to Smurf Essence," he observed. For illustrative purposes, he reached in his robes and withdrew a silver chain, which he dangled from his fingers for her observation.
The pendant was a small glass vial about half full of a kind of mysterious, liquid blue light that was softly pearlescent. In fact, it's the same color as the magic he'd cast earlier, to conjure the pearl. Just as quickly as he'd taken it out, he's tucking the vial back into his robes, out of sight. This small bit of magic was desperately important to him, and something of a weak spot to his powers, should anyone get any bright ideas. He was beginning to suspect Kassandra could relate, on that front.
"Smurf Essence is derived from Smurfs. ...Obviously. There are 'natural-born' Smurfs, but there is also a way to create them. Long story, but it's a process I have only partially mastered. On the plus side, this means Smurfs are technically a renewable resource. Or at least, they will be once I can figure out that missing piece of their creation formula..."
He gestured with his pointer finger to the flavor of, 'and furthermore,'
"I'm going somewhere with this. Your 'Jelly' stuff comes from... what, the universe, presumably? Which means there's a finite amount to go around, and all the more reason we mustn't delay before others can learn of its power. Even if you're certain that higher authorities from undersea won't miss your absence, neither of us can afford to take that chance."
He doesn't have much of a reaction when she changed herself into a human, which probably spoke to the mundanity of magic to him at this point. For him, it's just another day in the life, but he knew such a spectacle would be shocking for the average Joe Schmoe watching.
Just think, for a few seconds effort, the two of them could earn a veritable fortune off a trick like that! It could easily become a keystone in their routine, and nevermind if they should get their hands on enough magical essences to give them both further abilities. They could live a comfortable life as partners in crime, until such time they eventually shed the harmless pretense of illusionists and showed their true selves as the Lords and Masters of this realm!
He stepped towards her instinctively when she wobbled a little on her feet, prepared to catch some of the burden of her weight should she lose her balance. Thankfully, that wasn't necessary. Azrael got up from his seat meanwhile, just to walk up to her and investigate her new locomotion. The cat's whiskers tickled along her leg as he sniffed at the oceansmell of her skin.
Mrrp. Is his simple greeting to their new friend, and he's brushing the length of his coarse orange body against her. That's as good as an endorsement, coming from him.
Seeing this, and hearing the pronouncement of her loyalty, Gargamel needed little more persuasion.
"I think that about settles it. We have an agreement."
And so, he's reaching forth and taking her hand for a firm but brief handshake.
This is your daily reminder that, if you’re a personal blog, stop replying to an rp blogs headcanons or posts trying to argue with them or tell them they’re wrong.
First of all, we didn’t ask for your opinion. And second, we are RP BLOGS.
A person writes a character however they want to — there’s a such thing as canon divergence. And what’s more, the whole point of rp is to develop a character past the context of canon. So we may not agree about a character’s characterization.
I’m just asking for a baseline of respect for differing opinions instead of lecturing someone about how wrong they are. Please.
prguitarman
romaincrisis
theartofmadeline
2087
vaporwave
