UGLY SCARFNECKED DOUCHEBAG HIPSTER

CA: overemotional sappy trash youre right im not better than anybody CA: im worse than anybody CA: EVERYBODY CA: all the bodies -- Affiliated with Mardochaios.

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Eye Spy

Barton was no stranger to having his head kicked in. Though considering he was attempting to be on break when all of the crazy boat stuff happened to him, it didn’t exactly make him feel like it was Christmas.

Maaaaan… My head…

Owwwww… aw, head, no…

This is worse than when one of Stark’s tech “accidentally” went off in my face in that one time in that one place where…

…God. I can’t even remember.

…So anyway, speaking of not remembering… where the hell am I..? No matter how bad this looks it can’t be New Jersey.

Heh.

Take that, Kate.

The archer looked around for a reaction, raised an eyebrow, and then sighed.

…Right, she’s not here. Okay, let’s try surroundings. Uh. Banner. Brown. Green. Stuff. Sky. More stuff. Blue. White. Okay. Good start. Real good start.

Siiiiigh…

Clint was definitely in deep water here. New territory, new… things. Well, new everything, really. He noticed Lucky was still with him, despite his weird sober-drunk stupor, and promptly gave him a quick ruffle of his head fur, as Lucky licked at his arm.

"C’mon, Lucky. We’ll figure this out, yeah?"

His thoughts bounced around for a bit, darting his eyes to and from, here and there, around and about.

Hey, so, this looks like a place, right? Like, like a people place. A place with people. I mean, there were definitely people before. Weird people. Probably crazy people. Probably.

Anyway, there’s gotta be people people who aren’t gonna be secretly HYDRA or something. Let’s look around…

Clint’s new plan took him inside the gates, Lucky in tow, and had him wander around aimlessly for a few… seconds.

I am hopelessly lost.

Good going.

Egh. You know what, Clint..?

Clint waved at the nearest person, a few metres away, yelling (somewhat) calmly in a perplexed tone.

"Hey, uh, hi, I have absolutely no idea where I am, what I’m doing, or what’s going on but hello my name is Clint Barton and can you fill me in on absolutely any of that right now please and thank you?"

[aquaticcaligula]

Eridan quite liked spending time at the docks. It shouldn't have been all that surprising; even if he'd never spent much time in the water, he'd lived in a shipwreck in the middle of the ocean his whole life. It was kind of nice to be near the ocean again, even in this stupid city.

Usually he had no trouble walking to the docks. As shitty as his rank was, few people wanted to risk pissing off the military. Today, though, apparently wasn't his lucky day.

He gave a flat stare in response to the wave, his frown becoming more pronounced when he realised it was directed at him. Just great. What was it about him that made humans think he wanted to help them? Probably not his expression, that was for sure.

This couldn't be part of his job description.

Still, the human-- Clint? Stupid name-- probably wouldn't take 'leave me the hell alone' for an answer. And there was always the possibility that explaining shit to pandead humans was one of his duties.

"So you just, wwhat, ignored evverythin' the guards at the docks said?" Never mind that so had Eridan and that the guards were usually less than helpful. He sighed. "The city's called Thalassia an' I don't think no one rightly knowws exactly what's goin' on. As for wwhat you're doin', howw the fuck wwould I knoww?"

[aquaticcaligula]

(( ahh ok so basically im a huge baby and also rusty as hell which is why i havent been as active as id like to be but i would also like to be more active??? and im p awful at starters but uh if youd like to interact w a genocidal alien teenager pls lemme know and ill see if i can whip somethin up or w/e!! ))

[aquaticcaligula]

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✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

theyre all p much the same except im a wuss and get flustered w fluff lmao. angst is more fun tho i like torturin him

[aquaticcaligula]

유✌

유 Who was your first muse?

kai leng from mass effect dont. dont judge me

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

probably his like. style of speech??? especially his more um. colourful vocab its really fun to come up with as well

[aquaticcaligula]

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❤ How long have you been RPing?

a little over 2 years??? i think thats about right?? i started on twitter which im. not proud of and then moved to tumblr. ive been rping eridan specifically for maybe a year on and off??? im bad at keeping track of time

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

hopefully not much lmao um. we both like history??? tho im less into uh. genocide and the like

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Munday Questions: Reblog as Text

❤ How long have you been RPing?

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

⌚ Is it easier for you to write as canon characters or OCs?

[sirpangur-deactivated20190519]

My part of a trade with my beloved friend, http://orsob.tumblr.com/ , whom I appreciate so much ♥

[firebrandofavalon]

out of the frying pan | intro open

[firebrandofavalon]

Looks like I picked up a real gentleman…

"I appreciate it, pal." He sized the guy up and down. Wonder if he’s from off the coast… Marinists, maybe. Some of ‘em are fish hybrids, aren’t they?

"What, ‘promise I won’t bite you’?" He laughed. "Just an expression. In other words, I mean no harm."

Mikael stepped over, holding out a hand with a casual dip. “Name’s Mikael. Nice to meetcha. And you are…?”

[aquaticcaligula]

"Yeah, yeah, wwhatevver," Eridan dismissed the thanks with an irritated wave of his hand, needing to keep up appearances even if it was kind of nice to have his efforts appreciated for once. Even if he hadn't technically done anything yet and he was at least half sure this was just more stupid human sarcasm.

He bristled despite himself at the laugh, fins lightly flushing violet. Fucking humans. "Fuckin' stupid expression. As if bloody human teeth could evven do any harm."

He gave the offered hand a puzzled look before deciding to ignore it entirely. Trolls were not a touchy-feely species. "Eridan Ampora. Likewwise." There, see? Polite and everything.

[aquaticcaligula]

Grumpy Gills||Open/Intro

[ironyofhate]

If the coarse language hadn’t been irritating him before, Leon was certainly annoyed by now. Anyone who thought that cursing was all it took to prove one’s mettle was an utter idiot. His brow creased as every bomb dropped, furrowing more and more. He’s as lacking in decorum as the peasantry. Leon scoffed at the perpetual display of vulgarity, for he was ready to throw the damn thing behind bars under whatever charges he could scrounge up. It wouldn’t be difficult given his position. 

"I’m not the one flapping my tongue," he retorted icily. Whatever lack of respect the alien was whining about, Leon saw no need to hunt down and retrieve. And yet, because of all the attention his wretched acquaintance was calling to them both, Leon could feel his own dignity getting shoved on the line. His neck bristled. I thought these people were used to foreigners showing up. What do they even have to gawk at? Now his mood was being assaulted on two fronts: Both from the newcomer and from the senseless onlookers.

Leon leveled the stranger with an impatient look. “Fear is no substitute for respect,” - his attention snapped away from Eridan and towards the passersby - “What are you all staring at? Move along!” He huffed as the foot traffic resumed, unwilling to piss off a man of his station. They should have done that in the first place. “There you go. No more unwanted stares. Are you satisfied now?”

[aquaticcaligula]

Even Eridan wasn't self absorbed enough to miss the human's growing irritation. He wouldn't have cared, once, but being sawn in half had given him a new respect for other peoples feelings, if nothing else. Especially since the human was pretty clearly armed. Not that he doubted his ability to defend himself by any means, but he wasn't exactly eager to get himself stabbed this early on.

He made a decent attempt at schooling his expression into something more neutral, unable to completely prevent his eyes narrowing. There was no decent comeback to that-- not without sounding childish, which he was absolutely not, thanks. This guy was an ass.

"Ain't gotta be one or the other," he pointed out, frowning. Fear from the lowbloods and respect from the higherbloods, thats how Alternia had always worked. Granted it was mostly fear, but whatever.

His frown deepened at the sudden order, fins flicking downwards slightly as it was immediately followed. So the human was an important human, then. Would've been nice to know that sooner. He nodded, less sharply than he would have earlier, forcing himself to relax his stance. "It's better, yeah. Thanks." ...ok that didn't sound as good as he'd meant it to. He dropped his gaze. He wasn't above sucking up to his superiors, but he had just a touch too much pride to let him keep eye contact while he did. "Sorry for snappin' at you."

[firebrandofavalon]

out of the frying pan | intro open

… and right into the fire, huh?

Mikael looked around, furrowing his brow. His head hurt way too fucking much to pick a fight with the soldiers escorting him through some registration process, and he had absolutely zero clue where he was. He took a deep breath and stretched a little, before his aches could get the better of him.

"Is this for real?" Mikael sighed, rummaging through his pockets for the keys that had been thrust into his hand. He ran a hand through his hair in aggravation. Somethin’s reeeally not right about all this…

His joints and muscles all felt somehow… weighed down. Felt almost like he’d lost a lot of mana. That was probably the worst feeling to him, always put him on edge. If he couldn’t run and couldn’t shoot fire when his adrenalin called for it, he might as well be a drowned rat… the towering buildings and clusters of unfamiliar faces, the state of apparent disrepair a lot of these places were… geez. What the hell had he walked into?

A noise. He turned sharply, a hand reflexively brushing against the handle of his blade. 

"Oh, sorry about that." He laughed a little, realizing he’d just shot what was probably a scary look at the poor person in front of him. Might as well ask the locals. “Didn’t mean to stare like that, ‘m just a little lost and confused… but hey, could I trouble you for some directions?” He put on a smile, his expression softening to something more jovial. “Promise I don’t bite.”

[aquaticcaligula]

Eridan had at least thought being placed in the military here would have been something to enjoy, but he’d been wrong. For all that he’d heard stories about the military being too harsh, he’d seen nothing to say it was anything other than weak kiddie nonsense like the rest of humanity.

They couldn’t even do bounties right. He’d been tempted to hunt down the asshole who’d taken over the broadcasting station, but they’d asked for her alive and what was the point. He'd still gone out, though. Better than staying in the barracks and moping.

...Though maybe not much better. He took a step backwards, returning the human's stare with a snarl of his own, halfway to pulling the Crosshairs from his strife deck before the human apologised. He forced himself to relax in turn, though not nearly as much as he would have if the human hadn't been armed. He hadn't survived six sweeps on Alternia by being an idiot.

"A course you are." He gave a put upon sigh, rolling his eyes. Still, he supposed it was technically his job now to help people, and he'd be damned if he was going to do badly at a job even humans could do. "Fine, wwhatevver, I suppose I can help you."

That last comment earned the human a flat stare. "Wwhy the fuck wwould you need to promise that?" Was that a thing humans did? What the fuck.

[aquaticcaligula]

Grumpy Gills||Open/Intro

[authorus]

   Were those… gills?

   Gosh, was he glad he decided to explore the city. Though he knew of Taguels and Manaketes — a being who could change shape to that of a rabbit or dragon respectively — Morgan had never seen such a creature with a resemblance to a fish. Could this being turn into a fish itself, or did it simply look like a marine creature?

   The aspiring tactician couldn’t help but stare. He had all these questions running through his head, all the possibilities with such an individual standing in front of him. Taking his eyes of it was rather difficu—

"Wwhat the fuck are you starin’ at? Didn’t your lusus evver teach you fuckin’ manners?"

   Oops. Mother always did say it was rude to stare. How could he forget?

   “Whoa! S-Sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring,” Morgan apologized. “I’m just amazed… at…” He hesitated. He hoped the other wouldn’t be offended at what he was going to say, “Well, you. I’m sorry again. I hope you don’t mind.”

[aquaticcaligula]

He'd deny it loudly if anyone asked, but the inadvertent compliment had done a lot to cool Eridan's temper. He was still plenty annoyed by the staring, but at least the human had a halfway decent excuse. Amazed was the right reaction, damn right he was amazing. Could hardly blame the guy.

It was just a shame for his pride that he was so awful at masking his reactions; his deep scowl unconsciously softening into something more like a proud sneer. It was just a relief he'd managed to stop his fins from moving. Upright embarrassing.

"Yeah, wwell. Fuckin' rude." He crossed his arms, giving the human more than a passing glance for the first time, slightly annoyed to find himself outdressed for once. He gave a forced sigh. "Most trolls'd upright fuckin' cull you for it, but I guess I can let it slide." Ok, mostly bullshit, but whatever.

[aquaticcaligula]

Grumpy Gills||Open/Intro

[ironyofhate]

Had he been staring? His attention had been directed in the general vicinity, certainly, but he hadn’t been boring holes into the strange creature like every other gaping idiot in the square. This wasn’t, after all, the first time the city had seen aliens. Come to think of it, just three months prior, he had been speaking with someone of a decidedly inhuman appearance. This shouldn’t have surprised him now.

"Humans don’t call their caretakers ‘lusi’," he retorted, simply drawing upon context clues to make the connection. "And even if we did, who the hell do you think you are spouting that foul language all over the place?" He had no reason to draw his blade yet, and he had come to realize that those who barked the loudest had no bite.

Though his hand rested at his heirloom blade’s hilt, Leon continued to quarrel with just his words, “You’re only doing yourself a disservice. How much weight do you possibly think you can throw around as a newcomer?” Ironically enough, Leon had been just as antagonistic as the troll upon his arrival and intimidated his way up the ranks. But seeing as how he was in a position of authority now, it fell upon him to crack down on those who raised a fuss.

[aquaticcaligula]

Eridan rolled his eyes, not even attempting to hide it. Now he thought about it, he vaguely remembered learning about humans lack of lusii and the weird guardian thing they did instead, but he couldn't have cared less on a good day. Right now he was in a pretty understandably sour mood and definitely not above taking it out on innocent bystanders.

"Excuse the fuck out a me for not bein' a fuckin' expert on assblood aliens," He snorted, crossing his arms. Maybe the human had a point about his language, but he wasn't going to try and censor himself for some uppity lowblood. "An' I'll talk howwevver the fuck I wwanna fuckin' talk, thanks."

"Disservvice? For bein' rightfully fuckin' pissed at bein' gawwked at by evvery sorry heap a trash in the place? Fuck that." His scowl managed to deepen. Like he'd needed a reminder of his shitty position here? Being placed in the military had been something familiar to cling to at first, considering he'd been preparing all his life to join the Alternian army at ascension, until the realization that his bloodcaste meant fuck all in a human system. He was confident he'd work his way up, but he didn't have to like it.

"I'm not gonna fuckin' let some landlickin' asshole upright disrespect me just cause they'vve been here longer'n me."

[aquaticcaligula]

Grumpy Gills||Open/Intro

Even counting the fact that he’d died at the hands of a vengeful rainbow drinker, Eridan was more than willing to call this the most fucked up thing that had happened to him. How it had happened was a question he really didn’t feel like asking; escaping the dreambubbles was supposed to be impossible unless you were just dreaming. Being brought back to life after who even knew how long was definitely supposed to be impossible. He was out of his depth, and he hated being out of his depth.

Still, alive was alive and at least here the only demons he had to worry about were trapped more or less safely behind a wall. It couldn't be much worse than the meteor, anyway, even with the lack of technology. The chaos the city was in was even reminiscent of Alternia, though with less death.

It was just a shame that he hadn't seen a single troll since he'd found himself here, and the curious stares he was attracting were really starting to grate on his nerves. He'd wandered most of the city, trying to get his bearings and make a mental map as any decent tactician would, and he'd been stared at fuckin' everywhere. Granted, he spent enough time on his appearance that a few stares were gratifying, but people could at least be polite about it.

Even if he was genuinely the only troll in this damn place, there was no reason to gawk at a person minding their own business. He leveled a deep glare at the latest offender, baring his teeth in a scowl.

"Wwhat the fuck are you starin' at? Didn't your lusus evver teach you fuckin' manners?"

[glooptastic]

My 400th follower’s art thingamabob that I made :D

Eridan is a pretty badass character when the fandom doesn’t mess with his feelings haha

[kimquatz]

eridan in revenge of the sunfish

these colors are so painfully ugly omfg im glad this is done and over with 8’^DD

(no glasses bc im poo)

[aquaticcaligula]

(( gonna be moving this blog to a different group, please unfollow!! ))

[karkat-cancer-vantas-blog]

"YEAH. I WAS PLANNING ON FINDING SOMETHING MORE RELIABLE THAN THIS PIECE OF SHIT. HOPEFULLY THE BLACK MARKET HAS SOMETHING I’M COMFORTABLE WITH."

Karkat was thankful that Eridan was up to helping him. It was nice to have someone he could trust on his side.

It was also nice to know he had Eridan’s friendship and respect. Even after all that happened. It didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about everything that had happened on the meteor, though. 

But Eridan was right about one thing at least: Karkat wasn’t going to fuck it up this time.

[aquaticcaligula]

Eridan gave a small laugh, settling back in his seat. “Honest, Kar, probably anythin’s better than plastic.” Even wrigglers got more substantial weapons than plastic, for fucks sakes. Though, honestly, Eridan had seen more ridiculous weapons than laser pens being used. Mostly by trolls who didn’t live very long, but still.

"I mean, there wwont be anythin’ half as good as you’d get on Alternia, but there’s bound to be somethin’."

He paused, fiddling with his rings and staring intently at his hands rather than anywhere else, not entirely sure how to continue. It was one thing to fall back into friendly conversation and, well, know he still had a friend, but anything more was honestly a bit if a worry. He had a bad track record of pushing too hard. It didn’t help that he’d always been awful at being able to tell if he was being a demanding sack of shot or not. Mostly he didn’t care, but now it was critically important that he not immediately screw up and push the one person he knew could stand him away.

"Wwe could go check it out?" Nope there was definitely not any kind of lack of confidence there at all. "I mean. If you wwanted."