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Who can it be knocking at my door? Go ‘way, don’t come ‘round here no more Can’t you see that it’s late at night? I’m very tired, and I’m not feeling right.
home. / rules. / about.
starter call.
hi i fucked up the last starter call so here it is again - i’m sorry i deleted the old one so please like this one if you’d like a starter and i’ll reblog it as many times as necessary so everyone who liked the old one gets a chance. thank you! i’m prioritizing mutuals with whom i have not yet interacted for this call! however, all mutuals can like!
🔑 - ★ @puffywarrior ★
“...Okay. You’re too cute to even be alive right now. This is not right.”
She paused, skeptical - how could she not be? This little guy looked to be straight out of an anime, or a video game for that matter. She wasn’t the most knowledgeable about either, but Subspace did have a tendency to connect just about anything and everything that connected the human imagination together into a cohesive whole. It just so happened that one door led to one colorful world filled to the brim with the most imaginative and wholesome landscapes that she could have ever dreamed of.
Wholesome is an odd adjective in this description, but just imagine hills with smiley faces on them and cute little creatures that frolic through them and maybe you’ll get a sense of what we’re dealing with here.
Ramona kneeled to the ground, wrapping her arms around her knees and gazed at the pink ball of joy ( seemingly, that was how she saw it ) with a quizzical expression.
“Are you gonna eat me or something? That’s how this usually works, so... yeah. Better not try anything weird, Pink Dude, ‘cause I’m packing heat in this purse.”
💖💖𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶 𝑵𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑵 :) it’s y’boy burns here with a lil’ positivity to liven up the place ! i just wanna say that every single person i follow is amazing at what they do && who they write (some of you even write more than one! that’s impressive as hell!) and that if i could send you all a personal hug i definitely would . this post is for any and everyone i follow that i absolutely adore. in traditional fashion of hitting a mile - stone i just wanna than y’all for the 200 followers i recently hit ! 💖💖💖 THANK U N I LOVE U! 💖💖💖
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OH FUCK.:
—- “… Good,” he said with a squint in his eyes.
Cadillac had half expected her to go up in smokes right at that moment, how long was an apparition generated within the dark, endless walls of this place supposed to exist? How long did he have to watch her to notice a flaw, a bug that would confirm that she was, indeed, not real? To take note of the colors of her eyes that would spontaneously shift, hair that would clip through her neck, fingers that would pop in and out of existence within a matter of 0.1 seconds. Though, no amount of staring and waiting as she guided him to the door she came from gave him what he was hoping to find. Though, she did say she was ‘on the clock’ like some lunatic for the second time already, mumbo jumbo that clearly had no real meaning. A true work of the unnatural universe residing inside this place.
An incredibly unnatural universe, one that had eyes anywhere he looked with distant stars in each direction he turned his head to. Had it not been for the Earthen girl, he would have traveled at the speed of light to find what lay at the very end of this world. He would have reached both hands inside each crack, fingers searching for whatever monstrosity or disastrous concept hid behind walls of dark matter. It was a place that amazed him so, its mystery as well as potential for great significance to the army seemingly one daydream away. One daydream, and a door. Wait– a door?
“There is a door?” Another hallucination? Trick of the light, or perhaps he was going mad? Widened eyes fixated on the doorknob she touched as he watched from over her shoulder, but his focus was disturbed by the sound of her voice. Pointy ears tilted and his gaze dropped down to the woman as he waited for her to continue, only for her to drop it entirely. Unnecessary details to give any illusion, especially the part about some form of resurrection. Although, it left him with a gnawing worry that she was as real as the world waiting for them behind the portal, and so he kept quiet.
The freezing cold was what hit him first. Feet finally met the ground and he entered through the doorway into a world he recognized all too well. Not by what he saw, but by smell, that unforgivable smell. She was no illusion, humanity’s ability to open a portal to another region was reality, and this was most definitely PLANET EARTH.
“It’s true.” he mumbled, glancing back and forth from where they came from and the very place they stood. “It’s like a wormhole…” Cadillac would have normally hated the frozen winds cutting his skin, though this time he’d forgotten all about it. To think Earthlings would have ever figured out a way to find access to a pocket that lay out of sight. A discovery that mortified his already existent appetite for no other reason than his REVULSION to a blue planet that turned his hot blood cold. She didn’t make it any easier for him to digest the information, either.
Her snarky comment stiffened his shoulders as he shot a death glare her way. Inky claws clenched into a fist, knuckles going pale blue. “Funny,” he said without a trace of humor. “You see, I… don’t actually care much for coffee at all. Bitter. Revolting. Vile.” White snow crunched under the heels of his shoes as he moved closer, lights overhead flickered before intensifying with a loud buzz, until the bulbs exploded violently into small pieces of glass.
“Are you proud of having found that place before me? I’m sure it feels nice to know you’re one step ahead of someone who’s so… what did you say again? OMNIPOTENT? Big word coming from such a small mouth, how far do I need to pull down that jaw to rip the tongue from the back of your throat?” he hissed through razor teeth before taking a quick, deep breath. “… The void, the fourth dimension, the super massive black hole that’s spiraling toward your inevitable death– these are all places that we’ve already got a better understanding of than you could ever wish to comprehend. Do NOT-” He reached to hold the stranger’s face in a tight grip by the jaw. “- UNDERESTIMATE my reach or capabilities. It takes time to understand the mysteries of the cosmos, and just because you happened to open one of its doors, doesn’t mean you’ve unraveled all of its secrets.”
Cadillac let go and straightened his tensed back. “I’m not an idiot. You know more about that place than I do, and it would be stupid for me to think too little of that. You could be of great use to us.” As much as he resented the situation at hand, the importance of the project was greater. There was a pause. “… You said your apartment is around, right? How about you show me inside so that we can talk about this fun little fact in more detail. It’s too fucking cold outside. You’d have to agree… right?”
“Okay, let’s get one thing straight. I don’t think I’m any better than you. You’ve got a shit read on me if that’s seriously what you think.”
That grip on her chin had hurt, and she rubbed her skin in frustration after he had so graciously let go. Did he really have to be so... well, that? Describing it was simply impossible - there was nothing quite like what she had just experienced ( though being chained in Gideon’s Subspace was a close second as far as she was concerned - and yeah, this somehow topped that ). It only brought a slew of other questions into her mind.
Why was he so grouchy? Surely, he could tone it down a little; but then again, he was probably fully capable of ripping her to shreds - and no, those cold sweats of hers had not completely diminished after listening to him say all of that, offering some kind of mercy despite the fact that simply by existing she had seemingly pissed him off. But come on, that wasn’t her intention - somehow, she attracted some of the most fucked up people to her without doing anything other than simply being. That in it of itself was enough to want to call it quits on life, but that was definitely not something that ever occurred to her. She was simply not the type of woman to do so. Especially not after everything she had been through, especially not having survived all she had.
And for all of that shit she had seen and done, by God - she was still here. Somehow, for whatever reason, she hadn’t given in.
She tightened her fists, digging her fingernails into the skin of her palms, and bit her lip. Surely, there had to be some way out of this. But, it wasn’t as though she had never suspected that there would be something like this haunting the hallowed halls of Subspace - that interdimensional gateway that not only connected worlds and places, but people and things. Everyone’s mind was an entire galaxy to be explored, their thoughts and feelings shaping it - everyone was always connected, always there... always so easy to use.
Maybe he was like Gideon, but smarter. Maybe he knew the extent to which Subspace could be used against humanity, against her, even. But judging by two very particular facts, something seemed to be off about the entire affair: one, he was not making mincemeat of her right this second; and two, most important of all... was he seriously asking to go into her apartment? Yeah, that’s DEFINITELY the most wild thing happening right now.
“...You are really something, you know that? It’s over there, if you must know,” She said, gesturing her head in the direction of her quiet, sleepy and likely freezing cold apartment in the middle of the blistery night. She started off, blading through the snow with her hands shoved into her pockets, but stopped momentarily to face him again. He really seemed pissed - but now, she was a strange concoction of terrified, but sufficiently pissed off as well. He really couldn’t let her off the hook, huh? She cocked her head to the side and gave him a look of indignation, of irritation - though her heart skipped a beat at the thought of those hands of his, and that influence, wrapping around her and zapping her of all the life left in her body. Still, she relented. By God she relented. “But, uh, maybe don’t shut down the power on the whole street, though - everyone’s gonna start blaming the new girl on the block. ...Also known as me, if you didn’t pick that up.”
With that, she took off down the street and towards her apartment as he had asked just moments before. That blistering fast speed, gained from years of practice, had made her quite the force to be reckoned with. Within seconds, blazing through the snow and leaving behind a melted trail of icy water, she arrived at her front door. Presumably, he’d followed close behind; but who knew? She wasn’t about to turn around and check. The eldritch electric being from the confines of hell wasn’t exactly someone she wanted to let inside.
But she probably would have to; what choice did she really have other than to be... well. Let’s stop that thought right there.
She unlocked the door to her apartment - a townhouse, lest we forget - and made her way inside slowly. She passed by her first floor neighbor’s door, with the light underneath the doorway flickering and a laugh track to accompany it - a television set, probably some sitcom from the 90s playing until the end of time. With the grace of a trained prima ballerina, she lifted one leg up and removed her roller blade while moving with the other, repeating the action just seconds later. Hanging on to both of them, she started to ascend the stairs to her door.
She stopped, key in hand, and closed her eyes. Did he follow her? Who knew. Yet, the words fell out of her mouth as she twisted the key into the lock and opened the door.
“Home sweet home. Make yourself comfortable, uh... electric person. If you don’t like coffee, you’re in luck - ‘cause I don’t either. There’s tea. Tons of tea. Lots of it, ‘til you choke kind of a thing.”
You're so talented with your muse. And overall writing skills. You're just an amazing person with so much talent. I really adore seeing you on my dash and wish you the best in life.
HI THIS MADE MY NIGHT W T F????? You seriously flatter me I legit am speechless… thank you so much??
I’ve worked hard on this portrayal of mine ( it started in high school if you can believe it so like I was 16 when I started seriously rping as Ramona here ) and I’m so glad that people are enjoying it.
I wish you the best in life too, and just know you made someone very happy. I’d love to know who you are one day so I can properly thank you for this wonderful message.
@toooldforgermany: “Yeah, well, my baggage doesn’t try to kill me every five minutes.”
SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD SENTENCE STARTERS.
She can really hold a piercing glare when she wants to - and right now is one of those times. Boy, has she had enough of hearing shit like this come out of just about everyone’s mouths whenever they meet her or happen to run into one of her evil exes.
Did we mention they respawn? Because they respawn; oh, and they go after anyone who maintains even the slightest interest in her. What a cursed life she lives - but again, did she ask for it?
Hell no.
“Dude, I didn’t ask for baggage that tried to kill everyone that stepped within a 5 foot radius of me. I’d have to be actually crazy to want something like that.” She started, pinching the bridge of her nose as tightly as she could, scrunching her eyes in the process. Only black behind those eyelids, and loads of memories. Ugh. Disgusting. Icky. “Are you being all weird with me because someone chased you here?”
“My exes may be evil or whatever, and maybe a little petty, but I can guarantee you that they don’t run around wearing weird masks and beating people to a bloody pulp for no particular reason. I know, wild concept, but here we are.”
@heylincorporated: “Bread makes you fat?!”
SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD SENTENCE STARTERS.
Yep. Deja Vu. She’s heard that one before - and it looks like somehow, in the amazingly wondrous world known as Subspace, it was possible to hear the same sentiment twice, from two entirely different people.
Idiocy truly did no know bounds. So... how to respond, how to respond... so many options! What could she really say to this other than the classic:
“Yep. It makes you fat. Who’d have thought? It’s almost like it’s basically just made of fat or something... must suck if that’s all you eat. But I tell you what - garlic bread makes you even fatter. Wrap your head around that one. Totally blows your mind, doesn’t it?”
🔑 - ★ @mgicunleashed ★
“Sorry, uh... pink-haired lady? Is this your chicken?”
Her question is accompanied with quite the scene: Ramona the delivery girl, Subspace purse secured across her shoulder, with a rather rambunctious fowl in both hands - and she was struggling to maintain some kind of propriety, with nose turned up and lips barely resisting a sneer.
Oh, not because of the woman, but because of the chicken which had left behind several a peck mark on her face and hands. A beast, really.
What a story she had to tell about this one - namely, that she’d been running around trying to find one Popuri’s address for ages now in this tiny little town. Sure, it had cobblestone-paved paths and modern-enough buildings, but it was really claustrophobic in just about every other way possible.
If there were some way out of this, please let it be this woman.
“If it is yours, please don’t let it go running around lest it make it impossible for me to do my job. You understand, right? Delivery girls are really the backbone of modern day society, so... yeah.”
@guitire: “Look, I didn’t write the gay handbook. If you got a problem with it, take it up with Liberace’s ghost.”
SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD SENTENCE STARTERS.
“...Weird. Sounds like something an old friend of mine would have said.”
Wallace Wells - how could she forget? Upon remembering that interesting human being, she barely managed to stifle a smile growing across her face. He was probably one of the only people back in Toronto that she would love to see again - except maybe Kim. Maybe.
But anyway. Where were we?
Oh yeah. Talking about... this.
“I didn’t say I had a problem with it, I actually don’t really care. Not gonna lie, what people do is kinda whatever to me, as long as they’re not all in my business about me, y’know? I’m just doing what I want to do.” She continued, shrugging her shoulders and shoving her hands in her coat pockets.
“Now seeing Liberace’s ghost actually would be kinda awesome. Maybe... huh. I wonder if Ouija boards work. Do you know? Never tried one myself, but hey - won’t know ‘til you try, right?”
@lcfe: “You’re pretentious, this club sucks, I have beef. Let’s do it.” from Andy
SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD SENTENCE STARTERS.
She merely glared at the owner of that particularly obnoxious comment nearby - young-looking, and especially a little bitchy if she did say so herself. But, she was pretty irritable to begin with, and frankly anyone who was willing to say something that obnoxious was just begging to get their teeth kicked in.
Especially on her break time, and especially when she was just trying to have her margarita in peace!
“Alright. Let’s start from the beginning. Why the hell did you come approach me in the first place if you wanted to pick a fight?” She started, eyes narrowing as her words only gained a greater and greater bite. Not quite seeing red yet, but that could happen shortly if he didn’t shut his yap - that much she was certain of. “This isn’t my club, and I’m just doing what anyone does in clubs if they aren’t feeling up to socializing - minding my own damn business.”
“You look a little young to be in here anyway. Maybe you ought to check your attitude at the door you shouldn’t have come from, huh? Sound good? Or do we wanna keep mouthing off? ‘Cause either way, your head might get clocked off - don’t test me.”
@ncvabcrn: “Sounds like someone wants to get funky.”
SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD SENTENCE STARTERS.
“Uh, not me, dude. I don’t get “funky” unless I’ve had a shitload to drink, ‘cause... like, none of the music I listen to is the funky type. It’s more of the cry your eyes out depress-o type, get me? Totally not a “dance-til-you-drop” deal, sorry to disappoint.”
Ramona shook her head as she ended her explanation - how unfortunate that she wasn’t like some of the other people she’d known in her life. But, to be honest, many of them didn’t exactly turn out so great in retrospect, so perhaps nothing was really lost.
Not much, anyway. But hey, sometimes it would be sweet to jam out to whatever she would have wanted... but she wasn’t really a dancer to begin with.
“And before you ask, no, I don’t “jam” out, either. So... don’t try to get me to do it, ‘cause you’re gonna feel some serious secondhand embarrassment - oh, and possibly a kick to the head if I happen to slip up.”
scott pilgrim vs. the world ask meme.
“When I’m around you, I kind of feel like I’m on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time. All of them.”
“I know you play mysterious and aloof just to avoid getting hurt. And I know you have reasons for not wanting talk about your past. I want you to know that I don’t care about any of that stuff.”
“I’m in lesbians with you.”
“Bread makes you fat?!” “I have to go pee due to boredom.”
“…Chicken isn’t vegan?”
“If I peed my pants would you pretend that I just got wet from the rain?”
“You once were a ve-gone, but now you will begone.”
“Okay, this next song goes out to the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony. It’s called ‘We Hate You, Please Die.’”
“Amazon.ca! What’s the website for that?”
“Hey so, can this not be a one-night stand? For one thing I didn’t even get any. That was a joke.”
“Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday. Because you’ll be dust by Monday… because you’ll be pulverized in two seconds. The cleaning lady? She cleans up… dust. She dusts. 'Cause… it’s Friday now, she’s the weekends off, so… Monday, right?”
“You punched the highlights out of my hair!”
“That’s it! You cocky cock! You’ll pay for your crimes against humanity.”
“The only thing separating me from them is the two minutes it’s gonna take to kick your ass.”
“Short answer: Vegans are just better then everyone else.”
“Kick her in the balls!”
“If your life had a face, I would punch it.”
“I mean, are you really happy or really evil?”
“You broke the heart that broke mine.”
“Level with me… did we suck?”
“Oh, you’re were just a little bi-curious? Well, I’m just a little bi-furious!”
“You’re pretentious, this club sucks, I have beef. Let’s do it.”
“I was more alone when we were together than I ever was on my own.”
“What a perfect asshole.”
“Well, it was nice to meet you, and tell your gay friends I will see them later.”
“Look, I didn’t write the gay handbook. If you got a problem with it, take it up with Liberace’s ghost.”
“You punched me in the boob! Prepare to die, obviously!”
“Okay, presumeably, you may have just seen a dude’s junk, and I’m very sorry for that… so is he.”
“We were just on stage for sound check, and the sound guy hated us!”
“You know I love you. But I need my own bed tonight. It’s for sex.”
“Ah, that sucks, but you know it’s probably just because they’re better than you.
“You know what sucks? EVERYTHING.”
“You are the salt of the earth. I meant scum of the earth.”
“We are here to make money and sell out and stuff.”
“Sounds like someone wants to get funky.”
“I want to have his adopted babies.”
“Hey, man, question: I’ve always wondered, how does not eating dairy products give you psychic powers?”
“Oh yeah, you’re totally my bitch forever.”
“Yeah, well, my baggage doesn’t try to kill me every five minutes.”
“You’re not dead, you’re just having some idiotic dream.”
“Guess who’s drunk!?”
“A gig is a gig is a gig is a gig is a gig.”
PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .
send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses ! i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
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>> 🔥 << ❝ I WOULDN’ SAY it was th’ best idea. but . . that mallet y’have DID some in handy ‘n dealin’ with what came outta that gate. ❞
@deflowrd / 🔥 - #66
“It’s actually a hammer, but yeah - it gets the job done. I mean, what else was I gonna do - just stand here and let those things rip me apart? No thanks. I wanna live to see another day, dude, not be some abomination’s lunch. That would just look bad, considering my top secret certifications.”
“Nice moves on your end too, though. Bet you didn’t go to school to learn those.”
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❛ Don’t give me that wounded look! What else was I supposed to do, hm? ❜
“Just a thought, but I dunno... shouldn’t you maybe think about watching your step before opening a strange door that may or may not lead to total oblivion? It may help to think before doing that next time - even if a cat goes running in there. Just let it go. It’s a lost cause.”
“Take it from me - its brains could get scrambled in there, and its DNA equally as much, to the point where it’s totally unrecognizable. Same could happen to you. One never knows.”
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@deflowrd
“What? Do I have something on my fa–” Oh wait. Give him a second he’s gotta pull out his disguise.
There we go. They don’t suspect a thing now!
“Yep. Those giant contacts of yours. Those are totally not covering your very freaky bug eyes. Not in the least. Nope. You’re doing great at hiding whatever it is you are, you absolutely normal human boy.”
All that said completely deadpan, though a part of her was enjoying this. Probably because he must really think he was fooling her. Though she should be annoyed by this entire debacle, there was a bit of a nagging thought at the back of her head - how strange! What was it telling her to do?
Right. Keep going with it.
“Your school’s not an alien spaceship, right? ‘Cause that would be crazy. Better yet, is it that run-down piece of crap over there? Oh, sorry for swearing. I forgot I’m not supposed to swear in front of 100% human children. Bad for their impressionable young minds, or something.”