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@diamondeluxe
attraction meme
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Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate your character with the following:
Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
Comments: optional!
i made a few updates to my rules, please like if you read <3
Stuck on some other timeline on an entirely different planet in a vastly unfamiliar version of the city. Got old approximately a week ago.
“Route start.”
Send me “Route start!” and I’ll fill out how a visual novel route of my character for your muse would be! Based off the meme that’s been going around but specific to your character!
route start: “Don’t think you’re meant to be around here, Eight. There something you’re looking for.”route switch: “Leaving so soon? I’m almost disappointed.”
menu interface, poke A: “Can I help you with something.”menu interface, poke B: “Stop that.”menu interface, poke (repeatedly): “If you’re trying to get a reaction, you’re a couple centuries late.”menu interface, poke max ♥: “Hey, hey- I’m listening, love!”
completed scene, +♥: “I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime. Call me.”completed scene, -♥: “Honestly, I should have expected less.”
gift (neutral): “...You got this for me? Hm. Thank you.”gift (disliked): “Ugh- if you’re going to mock me, at least do it with some semblance of taste.”gift (liked): “...I...thank you, it’s lovely. Come here.”gift (their birthday): “You got me something? Fuck, well- you’re too kind, sometimes. Thanks.”
birthday: N/A (January 14th)
MOBILE DATING GAME!
Send me “Route start!” and I’ll fill out how a visual novel route of my character for your muse would be! Based of the meme that’s been going around but specific to your character!
route start: route switch:
menu interface, poke A: menu interface, poke B: menu interface, poke (repeatedly): menu interface, poke max ♥:
completed scene, +♥: completed scene, -♥:
gift (neutral): gift (disliked): gift (liked): gift (their birthday):
birthday:
Pin Problems
stabtm:
diamondeluxe:
You watch his progression, idle observation as you always do, and you barely even need to register your alternate’s words to draw a conclusion on the two of them. You’ll eat your fucking hat if the two of ‘em aren’t pale, just based on the look on this guy’s face. You wonder if your Spades ever looks that way about you. Almost makes a guy miss his timeline a little more.
“Hideout, I suppose. Lead the way.” You haven’t yet made up your mind whether you’d like to fuck with this version of you, or take the other side of that phrase. You’ll decide when you see ‘em, you figure. From what you caught off his screen, they’re a decidedly…intimate duo, and you ain’t so sure that ruining your own relationships is in your portfolio, fun as it might sound on the surface.
A soft sigh is released, and you slide your hands into your pants’ pockets before leading the way towards your base. “Y'owe me a drink,” you tell him grumpily as you walk down the street, “or the money for it, anyway.” He better pay you back at some point — You don’t let go of things too easily, no matter how small they may be.
“Try not t’ kill anyone while you’re here, unless I give you the OK. The last thing I need is an even bigger mess in my hands.” Enough is enough. You’re aware he probably doesn’t give much of a crap about your timeline, but if he respects you, even if it’s just a little bit, he should do as you say in this case.
“I’ll handle it, don’t you fuss. I only did it to piss you off, anyhow. I’m not the type of man to leave debts unsquared.” You assure, only mildly affronted by the implication you wouldn’t.
“Understood,” you say, finally without a hint of sass. “I don’t intend on it unless they come for me first, as long as this isn’t a cripplingly long ordeal. Your city’s yours- I’ll screw around, sure, but I’m not here to cause ruin to your work. That’s just needless jackassery. I do want to know why the hell there’s a truce here, though. Up there in strangest timeline differences I’ve run into.”
Pin Problems
diamondeluxe:
You stop, silent, and think about that for a long, long moment. ‘Doing the logical thing’, ‘not fighting each other’, did he hear any of that right? Eventually you just look at this Spades, blatantly and for once openly baffled at the words coming out of his mouth. Eventually, you decide to discard it for the moment and reply to the rest, see if you can process that first part given a while longer.
“Well, frankly, I would have expected you to throw a punch by now. I’m a little disappointed.” You shrug. “But if you want to be soft about it, be my guest. I suppose we’ll just have to move onto figuring out how to get me out of your city.”
Frowning, you automatically try to catch a peek of what he’s texting. A contact or a sentence. You barely think about it.
He’s quiet for a while, and you’re actually thankful for it. But then he’s speaking again, and you outright and loudly snort at him for calling you soft. “Keep being an ass and I just might.” You won’t lie, you’re awfully tempted to, but you have a lot of things in your mind right now that are put way before any intention of punching this guy in the fucking stomach. You roll your eyes. Finally, he’s making some sense; getting him back to wherever he’s from is the top priority.
You’re texting your own Droog right now, and as you two message each other back and forth, you visibly turn from annoyed, to confused, to annoyed once again, and finally you’re relaxing. You look way more at ease or even distracted when you put your phone back in your pocket, and look back up at the taller carapacian with a slight frown etched onto your facial features. “So — Hideout, then?”
You watch his progression, idle observation as you always do, and you barely even need to register your alternate’s words to draw a conclusion on the two of them. You’ll eat your fucking hat if the two of ‘em aren’t pale, just based on the look on this guy’s face. You wonder if your Spades ever looks that way about you. Almost makes a guy miss his timeline a little more.
“Hideout, I suppose. Lead the way.” You haven’t yet made up your mind whether you’d like to fuck with this version of you, or take the other side of that phrase. You’ll decide when you see ‘em, you figure. From what you caught off his screen, they’re a decidedly...intimate duo, and you ain’t so sure that ruining your own relationships is in your portfolio, fun as it might sound on the surface.
Pin Problems
diamondeluxe:
One hand makes its way into your pocket, withdrawing a box of cigarettes as you walk. There’s a violet spark and then you’ve got a light for the pill, replacing the box in your pocket and taking your sweet time dragging out nicotine before you respond. You side-eye him as you walk, and you give the most minute shift of shoulders what ever passed for a shrug.
“One, is that an offer or a threat.” A quick flash of fangs to him, then your eyes are back on the city around you. You’ve been in the multiverse long enough to be used to the effect of everything being shifted two inches to the left, but it doesn’t make it any less weird. Or inconvenient. “Two, I wouldn’t say I necessarily agree. You’re awful fuckin’ tense, you know, might do you good to knock off the pacifist act. You still haven’t answered me. What the hell are you on, protecting a greenie?”
You make a face at him at that, sticking your grey tongue out and all. “It’s no damn act. Or yeah, maybe it is. But for good reason.” You don’t want to fight this guy – not tonight, anyway. “Listen, I’m trying to sort this out, and you’re only making things more difficult for me. Or for both of us, really.” A pause, your face scrunching up a little. “I wasn’t protecting him, I was doing the logical thing and avoiding more problems. He can die on his own, for all I care, but I’m not gonna let someone that’s Crew kill one of ‘em. ‘S not happening in this timeline.
“Dunno how different things are where you’re from, but we’re not exactly fighting each other anymore in ‘ere.” You’re aware of how weird this might sound, but you’d like to keep things this way for now, and tell him what’s up just so he’s aware of it all. Not because you’re one hundred percent cool with this truce, but because it’s best for everyone, and maybe even yourself, in a business sort of way. “Of course I’m tense. You almost gutted a Felt member in front o’ everyone, drank my scotch, almost hit me, and you’re even sassing me. How d’you expect me to react? I’m not gonna be all smiles and sunshines.”
A couple of irritated clicks escape you, and you pull your phone out of your pocket, quickly texting someone away. You stop walking, and expect him to do the same and wait for you. He doesn’t know this City, so he better stay put unless he wants to get lost in the middle of the night.
You stop, silent, and think about that for a long, long moment. ‘Doing the logical thing’, ‘not fighting each other’, did he hear any of that right? Eventually you just look at this Spades, blatantly and for once openly baffled at the words coming out of his mouth. Eventually, you decide to discard it for the moment and reply to the rest, see if you can process that first part given a while longer.
“Well, frankly, I would have expected you to throw a punch by now. I’m a little disappointed.” You shrug. “But if you want to be soft about it, be my guest. I suppose we’ll just have to move onto figuring out how to get me out of your city.”
Frowning, you automatically try to catch a peek of what he’s texting. A contact or a sentence. You barely think about it.
Pin Problems
diamondeluxe:
The rage you’d worked up into begins to settle into mild irritation, and you find yourself slipping towards what passes for as close to ‘friendly’ as you get. You’re just visiting another timeline, that’s all, you’ve met other Slicks before. They’ve almost always got that same animalistic charm about them. You’re not afraid- not in the least a guy’s hard-pressed to make a guy like you fear much of anything- but you do know power when you see it. It’s a respectable sort of thing, matching up to you.
“Well, it’s your City, isn’t it,” you answer as you head to the counter for a moment. “We can play let’s see how lost Diamonds gets or you can show me somewhere more ideal.” You pick up the glass when you note the angle of his head, glance back to him. Hum contemplatively.
You then proceed to drink it yourself as you head for the door.
You notice him start to calm down, and in turn you somewhat relax a little, too. You next watch him walk around the place as though he owns the damn bar, and then he’s – Oh, Hell no. You growl at him in anger when he dares drink the rest of your scotch and doesn’t even pay for what he just drank. He’s certainly pushing all your buttons, and you don’t like this at all. You pull out your wallet, quickly slap some money on the counter to pay for what should’ve been your drink, and follow him out of the bar.
“Hey,” you start, still glaring up at him like you’re ready to stab his guts out. It’s your City, as he so nicely pointed out just now, and he better start listening to you and respecting you accordingly; you’re technically his boss too, no matter if he respects his very own Spades or not. “First of all: fuck you, that was mine,” you raise your hand to count this down on your fingers. “Second of all: y’better tone it down a little. Won’t do either of us any good to start up shit, would it?” You want nothing more to strangle this Droog already, and he only just got here. You take a quiet deep breath yourself, trying to drown your anger as best as possible and not let it overcome you. The fresh air is helping, some.
“I can take you to my hideout, if you promise t’ behave. We can talk when we’re there, and try to figure this mess out.” His Six may be gone, but you’re sure you can find a way to send him back to his timeline somehow, especially with your own Felt on your side. Your underground base is the closest thing to a safe space you’ve got, and you’re more than certain you’ll be able to properly talk in there. Plus if things happen to go bad somehow, you’ll have back up to keep you two in line and make sure neither of you plan on slaughtering the other.
One hand makes its way into your pocket, withdrawing a box of cigarettes as you walk. There’s a violet spark and then you’ve got a light for the pill, replacing the box in your pocket and taking your sweet time dragging out nicotine before you respond. You side-eye him as you walk, and you give the most minute shift of shoulders what ever passed for a shrug.
“One, is that an offer or a threat.” A quick flash of fangs to him, then your eyes are back on the city around you. You’ve been in the multiverse long enough to be used to the effect of everything being shifted two inches to the left, but it doesn’t make it any less weird. Or inconvenient. “Two, I wouldn’t say I necessarily agree. You’re awful fuckin’ tense, you know, might do you good to knock off the pacifist act. You still haven’t answered me. What the hell are you on, protecting a greenie?”
the audacity
Pin Problems
diamondeluxe:
Similar, but not the same- you meet his eyes and register that this is no slight change of your Slick, but a different alternate entirely. Great. Six threw you further than you’d thought. You grit your teeth, but you don’t backsass him. Yet.
You want to fight him, you do. Your mind and your Terror both demand it, a cacophonous shout echoing between your tympanals. Your instincts take first priority, though, and despite your knowledge that this ain’t your boss, the familiarity of the tone he uses demands your attention.
You drag a deep breath in through your teeth and twist your wrist sharply out of his grip, pulling away to simply glare at him.
“I’ll stand, thank you. I believe we’ve caught enough attention here as it is. Wouldn’t somewhere a bit quieter do.”
The wolf growls; the wolf is tense. Lips are parted, showing off a sharp set of teeth that wouldn’t hesitate to bite off someone else’s hand, for your bite is just as bad as your bark; the hackles on the back of the wolf’s neck are standing right up, and you’re more than ready to defend yourself if it’s necessary.
You let him pull his hand away, but remain cautious and alert. You don’t like that hostile look of his at all, but hey, at least you’re making some progress here. Your head moves slightly in the general direction of the drink that’s waiting for you still at the counter, though you don’t take your eyes off him yet, just in case. Damn it, you were looking for a quiet night and enjoying yourself out here, but of course something else happens that puts you in an even worse fucking mood.
A short, annoyed sigh leaves your lips. Ugh. Fine – Right. It’s whatever. “… What d’you have in mind?” It’s quieter outside in the streets you suppose, unless he’d rather go elsewhere. You have no idea how different his timeline is from yours though, so you really don’t know what he’d suggest. Having a chat here wouldn’t be too much of a problem either; everyone’s going to look away from you two soon enough and go back to whatever it is they were previously doing, giving you some needed space.
The rage you’d worked up into begins to settle into mild irritation, and you find yourself slipping towards what passes for as close to ‘friendly’ as you get. You’re just visiting another timeline, that’s all, you’ve met other Slicks before. They’ve almost always got that same animalistic charm about them. You’re not afraid- not in the least a guy’s hard-pressed to make a guy like you fear much of anything- but you do know power when you see it. It’s a respectable sort of thing, matching up to you.
“Well, it’s your City, isn’t it,” you answer as you head to the counter for a moment. “We can play let’s see how lost Diamonds gets or you can show me somewhere more ideal.” You pick up the glass when you note the angle of his head, glance back to him. Hum contemplatively.
You then proceed to drink it yourself as you head for the door.
diamondeluxe:
“You’re welcome,” he replies, leaning an elbow on the arm of the chair, his chin on the back of his hand. He doesn’t drop the smile just yet. “Don’t blame me for helping.”
He picks at one of the tears in his uniform with his free claws. “And sacrificing my appearance for it, at that. Goodness, what I do for you, your Highness.” His voice takes on a more posh affect for a moment, a quiet playfulness peeking out as the rush of adrenaline is still tapering off. (It isn’t as if the opportunity to expend some energy did nothing for him. It’s more reciprocal than anything, really.)
“Could have been worse. Could have been your face.” She lets out a soft chuckle. Leaning back in the chair, she sighs.
“But at least it was good, for while it lasted.” She’s calm now, letting the anger fueled adrenaline subside. She just looks tired now.
Dignitary’s expression slides back into evenness. He makes a dismissive gesture at the first comment- he’d sooner kill her than let anybody mar his faceplate, and he’s reasonably sure the whole kingdom knows it. He’s not vague with his vanity, never has been. Value is only a weakness if you cannot defend it.
There’s a lapse in conversation for a few moments, before he eventually mutters, looking up to the ceiling.
“It’s almost as if they forget that you hold all the power in the end.”
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It tends to only get worse over time.
Pin Problems
diamondeluxe:
Your hands move more quickly than your conscious thoughts, and you toss your dagger with a flick of your wrist, aiming for his. You miss, sink it in his side. His screech satisfies something in you. Cut all too short, it turns out. Before you can follow up and get your claws into him and that doll, something strange stands in your way.
Someone, you mean.
The surprise shakes the red out of your vision. A part of you is sure Spades has some reason for interfering- he usually does, even if it’s a little hard to follow some days. The rest is livid, barely held back from attacking him instead for daring to get in the way of your prey. You bark at him to move, but it’s too late a moment later. Die’s gone and put whatever pin he took out back in, looks like, and now you’re all kinds of screwed right out of your solutions.
You stare blankly at the space he was, for half a second, before turning on Spades and aiming to backhand him. What the fuck did he do that for, you hiss. It’s as if he wants to take Six’s place.
Something very dangerous flashes in your eyes as he aims to backhand you, and you quickly and tightly reach out to grab his wrist with your sharp claws without any sort of hesitation. This isn’t your Droog, you note right away. “Fucking stop,” you order him, emphasising the last word more loudly and sternly. The Die is gone now, to what you assume is a different timeline, and a lot of questions start rapidly flooding your mind.
“Calm down. Now.” The angry fire within you burns with more vigor and strength, and you hope this guy understands clearly that you’re starting to run out of patience, and fast.
You two are making a bit of a scene here, something you’re not really a fan of, especially since rumors tend to spread pretty easily around the City these days. A Crew member attacking a Felt? You have to play your cards right, here. You glare daggers at him, silently ordering him to do as you say, or else. “Breathe. I don’t know what the Hell y’think you’re doing, or where the fuck you’re from, but you’re not gonna kill or hurt anyone ‘ere tonight. And sit. Down.” There’s many things you need to talk about with him and figure out.
Similar, but not the same- you meet his eyes and register that this is no slight change of your Slick, but a different alternate entirely. Great. Six threw you further than you’d thought. You grit your teeth, but you don’t backsass him. Yet.
You want to fight him, you do. Your mind and your Terror both demand it, a cacophonous shout echoing between your tympanals. Your instincts take first priority, though, and despite your knowledge that this ain’t your boss, the familiarity of the tone he uses demands your attention.
You drag a deep breath in through your teeth and twist your wrist sharply out of his grip, pulling away to simply glare at him.
“I’ll stand, thank you. I believe we’ve caught enough attention here as it is. Wouldn’t somewhere a bit quieter do.”
Pin Problems
diamondeluxe:
@stabtm
Inconvenient, really, horribly inconvenient. Frankly, you blame the use of knives- you only started practicing with them in combat in a trade with your Spades that he’d take up training his aim a little better in return. Man should know how useful ranged is by now, but you’ve gotta coddle him into it. This, you decide, is a perfectly valid reason to avoid melee with any weapon shorter than three feet minimum.
‘This’ being the fact that, when you went to properly slice up the emaciated frame of lanky, neon green waste that calls itself Six, he happened to pull something just as your claws skimmed his coat, and you found yourself somewhere else. He wails in pain as your knife makes its mark, but you’re distracted momentarily by the townsfolk and tables suddenly surrounding you. He scrambles away, clutching that stupid doll of his, and you snarl, almost instantly back on the offensive as you pursue. He’ll pay, you’ll make sure of that.
It’s not unusual for you to go out most weekends, and you often find yourself seated at your favorite bar and wooden tool by the counter, sipping idly from a cold glass of scotch. Going out, either for walks or to specific local places like this one, definitely helps clear your mind from distracting and troublesome thoughts that have been plaguing your mind lately. They’re like buzzing constant noise in the back of your head, distracting you from matters like work and things you should keep more of an eye on, and they certainly make it hard to focus at times. But in short, you don’t like it all too much.
Something draws everyone’s attention all of a sudden however, and you can’t help but glance over your shoulder as well once you notice the barman’s now cautious and serious expression. Two guys are fighting nearby by the looks of it, and… one appears to be Die? Which is strange, since you know he’s left this kind of conflicting and dangerous lifestyle behind him for many reasons. Should you do something? You don’t particularly care that much about him nowadays, exactly, in spite of it all, but the familiar figure that’s about to give the leprechaun a beating sure makes you tense up.
You… admittedly find this truce between the Crew and Felt rather boring and absurd, but due to people from both sides needing to keep things peaceful, you can’t help but be careful about everything you do and say around your former rivals as well these days. You don’t want to start up shit again, and as a leader, it’s your responsibility to be civil and think before doing or saying anything vaguely threatening. So you take a deep breath, abruptly get up, and walk the few steps necessary to reach the pair and get between the two.
You don’t know what the fuck Droog thinks he’s doing, and you loudly ask him so in a bit of a snarl, but you do notice right away once you’re positioned between them both that he looks different than usual. You blink, and tilt your head to the side slightly, your white eyes narrowing as you pause to examine him more carefully.
Your hands move more quickly than your conscious thoughts, and you toss your dagger with a flick of your wrist, aiming for his. You miss, sink it in his side. His screech satisfies something in you. Cut all too short, it turns out. Before you can follow up and get your claws into him and that doll, something strange stands in your way.
Someone, you mean.
The surprise shakes the red out of your vision. A part of you is sure Spades has some reason for interfering- he usually does, even if it’s a little hard to follow some days. The rest is livid, barely held back from attacking him instead for daring to get in the way of your prey. You bark at him to move, but it’s too late a moment later. Die’s gone and put whatever pin he took out back in, looks like, and now you’re all kinds of screwed right out of your solutions.
You stare blankly at the space he was, for half a second, before turning on Spades and aiming to backhand him. What the fuck did he do that for, you hiss. It’s as if he wants to take Six’s place.
diamondeluxe:
I could have that arranged.
Real talk, though, I could use a drink.
Got the whole cabinet if you’ll come get it.
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