...or the clown car to end all clown cars. Indie multimuse RP blog featuring a strange combination of series. DMC, DOOM, Madoka, Neptunia, Library of Ruina, Sonic, OFF, ULTRAKILL, some Uma Musume trainer AUs for a few of the above series (and one [1] horsegirl), my main man Garfield, and more. Check the Muselist for the full list. Ran by Proot. Multiship, no godmodding, NSFW (sexual) stuff (as opposed to stuff like racing down halls on an office chair, or violence/gore) goes to on a blog linked in the rules, Mun is over 18 otherwise I would not have specified that, blah blah blah something blah blah blah rules page has more detailed info. Highly crossover friendly. It would be incredibly silly if it wasn't. All musings are considered open starters unless specifically tagged otherwise. Discord available on request from mutuals. This blog does not accept magic anons, apologies.
Hey there, folks! Putting my hat out into the ring here after a long-ass time and getting back into the ol' tumblr RP scene.
We've got two (2) killer robots here! Garfield! Featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry series! And more!
If you're interested in some light-hearted writing fun, come check this place out! (This does not mean I am not ready and willing to write more serious stuff, of course--)
"Eric, boss!" He enters the room with a folder in hand, placing it neatly on top of the desk. Eh, it's the usual stuff. Probably paperwork coming from GSC. "So." Ahem.
He wants to address the massive elephants in the room, but he doesn't know how to tell it straight.
Oh well, act like an Adult, Basileus. Sheesh.
His previous smile, relaxed demeanor turned crestfallen in an instant. It's clear this was a difficult question to ask.
"...How are you holding up after all the crises that befell on Kivotos, sir?"
(Assistant Sensei Basil to Sensei Eric lol)
A brief groan follows as his eyes drift towards the folder, the aggravation of yet something more being added to the pile of work being shoved down as not to do the equivalent of shooting the messenger.
Were it not for having this assistant, Eric well and truly believed he would have gone completely mad by now.
However, there's a tilt of his head as the other's demeanor shifts, curious on what exactly was causing it... only for it to be made clear when he speaks up again.
Where do I start. I think this world is cursed, honestly.
"I'm... holding, more or less. Can keep going. I am contemplating getting a gigantic blender to shove Kaiser's CEO into, but that's not new."
For Sayaka: Love Story with Maboomafu-I mean Mabalabagus-I mean Mabayu-
"... Seriously? Something about me and that girl in Mami's class who had a haircut gone wrong? That's... strange. Still, if this story is accurate to how she is in reality, guess it might have been... maybe possible? I dunno. She's a loser, in an endearing way..." Chat she doesn't know.
As a joke love story wi- "Sayaka doesn't need to poison her eyes." Homura was already walking away with the fanfiction shredding it to pieces using wind before unfreezing time. It's hard to joke around with her.
Yeah, nope. This one's being closed and thrown away the instant she realizes exactly what kind of story she's dealing with here. Another moment of forcibly suppressing her feelings on the matter of not having seen her Madoka in years, huh?
And a bonus bit of me being a smartass by exploiting the fact it was never specified who this was for--
The paper is promptly torched in a matter of seconds.
"... Most of this seems to be me being dragged into being an accomplice to her antics with romance being a secondary thing. Not surprising, but still."
Oh this just crossed my mind for Violetta. Love story with Jane.
"... Huh, this one's... actually pretty sweet. Then again, anyone who remembers Jane enough to write a story featuring her is... definitely not the regular type."
It doesn't take her long to just... stop reading this one in particular.
"This just feels wrong. Dolce in particular has been pretty adamant she doesn't like girls, so this is... a bit uncomfortable to read." If only you knew she was just really deep in the closet, Vio.
"Oh boy, the weird shipper fanfics are out in force again. At least this one feels... plausible. Then again, Janice could probably work with pretty much everyone here, with how she is..."
It begins! I'm just going to spam the four I've currently thought up first two are for Sayaka, saves me from having to say which muse they're for.
Love story with Oktavia. ...Sorry in advance for what a dragon going to do to you in it.
"...Greaaaaaat, the weirdos are writing about this now."
In what can only be described as her brain briefly turning off, she's decided that mid-way through reading this? She's eating the story to remove it from existence.
"That... seems like a waste of a perfectly good hotdog. Ugh, the thought of being hit by a lukewarm hot dog makes me shudder... I feel like I'm missing some context here too--" Food court hot dogs bad.
"Ah, yep. That figures. Easiest food in the world to make, and cheapskate businesses will STILL screw it up. I'll just make the darn things at home, thank you very much!" Cool thanks.