"The writer doomed his own narrative."

[ Jackpot Crash Course OC ] Quill ask + rp 3aftermidday is new in this !! 𖦹﹏𖦹;)

[doomed-writer-jcc]

"I haven't actually tasted it, but I do not believe the drink deserves a reaction such as this one."

(he/it)

Welcome to Quill's– a Jackpot Crash Course OC– rp/ askblog!

[ THIS BLOG CAN HAVE BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO: MENTIONS OF GAMBLING, VIOLENCE, DEATH, MENTAL ISSUES, NON CANON OCCURENCES, AND SPOILERS. ]

[PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK]

basic rules:

First! Don't be shy to interact, if you wish to only spectate, that's okay, but remember you are welcomed to try any stupid thing on the scrimblo!!

No open nsfw asks. Though suggestive ones are allowed.

Magic!Anon and roleplaying as other characters or OCS is allowed and encouraged!

SFW agere is kinda strange for me but u can still try???

Do not spam the same ask more than once or don't harass the creator –me– if your ask hasn't gotten answered.

Do you want to squeeze some angst by being rude to Quill? Go ahead!!! (lol)

While this oc was created due to an oc x canon ship, this blog is not centered around that ship, and is centered around Quill itself.

I do not have an assigned schedule, be patient, but I will answer!

tags:

#✐ᝰ a letter from me to you —ask answer

#✐ᝰ fanmail is foreign to me —normal/random conversation

#✐ᝰ rest on the garden —ooc posts/answers

#✐ᝰwriter's writing —in-character posts. Not answers.

#✐ᝰ history is boring —info/lore about Quill

#✐ᝰthe thick gathering of paper —roleplay!!!!

#⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃things cannot be changed🛥️💫 —answers on Vega's/Sailor's route

#𓂃smudges of ink i cant erase🎲 —answers on Vick's route

character mention/tags:

#ᝰ🎱 seem... not so bull-ish —eddie

#ᝰ🏁 in a rush? —benny

#ᝰ🐞 a bloody imagination —poppy

#ᝰ🍀 scent of roses —cobyn

#ᝰ💫 im the black ink around you —vega

#ᝰ🐎 a right knight —rook

#ᝰ🛥️ swimming with sharks —sailor

#ᝰ🪭 ill read your words —maneki

#ᝰ🐦 femme fatale —cecilia

#ᝰ🥊 tears of rage —sandbag

#ᝰ🦴 like to be covered —bones

#ᝰ🐇 elise in wonderland —elise

#ᝰ🎲 hiding something... —vick

#ᝰ🌈 pastel palette — muni ( @delusional-heroine )

#ᝰ💘 throne-less king —cupid

oc tags:

#ᝰ🦌dearest deer — fawn ( @damningdoe )

#ᝰ🎭write me a script — seren ( @devoted-fae )

#ᝰ💌 love letter sealed in pink — fable ( @lovestruck-daydreamer )

#ᝰ🎶shameless honesty — ribbon ( @ribbonsonline )

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Did they ban Ao3??? - @ribbonsonline

— " I've only heard, so I'm not sure. But if the word's that have been dancing around are true, then yes. "

[ribbonsonline]

Excuse me for being so obvious, but your play of words is absolutely delightful!!

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" Oh...? It often.. comes off naturally, but still, I give you my gratitude. "

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Did they ban Ao3??? - @ribbonsonline

— " I've only heard, so I'm not sure. But if the word's that have been dancing around are true, then yes. "

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" ...I heard a rumor that AO3 is banned on Bet and Forgive's WiFi...???? "

" (What a shame....) "

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ᝰ REASON OF IMPRISONMENT/BACKSTORY

//im cackling evilly while reading other oc's backstory bcs theyre being "i did crime for self defense" or " i was helping someone" or "it was an accident"

//Because uh this guy killed on purpose and it was completely avoidable. His family was happy at first, like any normal family should be. Evere since It was born, it always had a very creative mind, sometimes ignoring classes to write or daydream about fictional scenes, which lead to his grades being very low. In projects about creative writing or making stories, he was always praised for his creations, that he was made to do such things, that Fate gave it this talent.

Its parents, obviously, didn't like most of his grades going down just for one of his classes to be his main priority, so his dad said that, if it doesnt change its grades, he wasn't going to pay for his future attendance in college. Quill argued against this, beliveing writing is, quite literally, the only thing he was good at and that Fate chose it to be that way, but realizing its parents didn't understand this, he ran away from home.

after a few years of searching and changing jobs, he got his own apartment and got to live on his own, and got to do the things it wanted, and write his own books.

He wrote, mostly romanticistic tragedies or other dramatic things, and it felt perfect, the way he dragged his pen across the pages... it was as if Fate Herself was guiding him.

But it also made him feel watching. What if this character doest have enough development? What if this sentence doesn't make sense yet? It was supposed to write perfectly, so what if he didn't? It would defy what Fate wants, doesn't it?

He researched every detail, and when something didn't come up, he felt lost. He couldn't just cut the death of the character, it was an important event for the story to continue, so, in an nonsensical, completely stupid, avoidable thought you could've just not acted upon...

it went outside and planned to murder its neighbor.

and when it finished the book, it was incredibly succesful.

so, on the long term, it became more of a lucky charm than a crime. Every time he went to kill off a character, he did.

and he did.

until he eventually got caught, which brought all his works down with him.

It knew it wast going to go back to living a normal life after being caught murdering multiple people, so he decided to make the end of his life fun for others, therefore, signing up for Bet and Forgive. Until the end, giving endless yet tragic entretainment.

[devoted-fae]

// How Seren feels after beefing with someone 7 years younger than her

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" Same. "

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"Hello there!! I dont believe we've met yet!! My names Seren!!! Its wonderful to meet you!!! ^^"

- @devoted-fae

— "Oh! Well, it's is the first time I've seen you, so I am guess yes. It is wonderful to meet you aswell, Seren, dear. My name is Quill. "

[devoted-fae]

"Quill is an interesting name!! You remind me of a character in a play I was in once!! ^^"

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-- " Oh! Thank you, (i guess...??) "

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Elise finally let go off Quill's arm.

"Being bitten by a rabbit is a bad sign. You might wanna get checked for rabies after this. Toodles!!"

They wink and run away.

It stood still for a bit, blinked twice and sighed at the sudden runaway from the younger one. He pinched the bridge of his nose. " .... im going to have to wipe this off somewhere... "

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"Grrrrr."

Elise lightly munches on Quill's arm, enough to make it hurt a little, but not enough to draw blood.

He used the other had to push Elise's face away. " AWAY. " " GOD. "

Fate might've gone a little silly on him today.

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"Hello there!! I dont believe we've met yet!! My names Seren!!! Its wonderful to meet you!!! ^^"

- @devoted-fae

— "Oh! Well, it's is the first time I've seen you, so I am guessing yes. It is wonderful to meet you aswell, Seren, dear. My name is Quill. "

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If you could come up with a theme for a season of Bet and Forgive, what would it be?

— "Hm. Well, B&F already has a consistent theme with casino and luck, but if I had to choose... "

" I have thought once of a cemetery themed one, but it would maybe be too hard to keep us contestants from escaping if it was the case. "

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*Chomp on the arm.*

-🐇🦩

-- " wh- GET OFF DAMNIT,. "

It tries to wave his arm around to get Elise away, though it doesn't look very effective.

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i just now realized i only have 5 quill sprites and i cant make more rn bcs im charging my tablet ohh god sorry if his expression look a bit bland bcs i cant make more rn : (

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Do you even know how pathetic you are? So dumb. And you call yourself a writer? You can't write anything.

— " I've been given the title "Doomed Writer" for a reason, I didn't give it to myself. "

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"I'm gonna bite you."

-🐇🦩

— " not this crap again "

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Guys please ask me something its been 2 days give me angst give me uh gay I don't know

[damningdoe]

Open RP. ⸙ ⸙ ⸙

(Finally! Somewhere to sit. Somewhere with a decent enough amount of noise that won't cause a dizzy spell. Somewhere... To just jot notes and draw.)

(Scribbling circles and circles and circles, colorful thoughts spin in their head. They're mumbling to themselves as they sit in the Hanged Man's bar.)

(They use their lap as their own table, sitting on one of the velvet couches, furthest away from the exit.)

(They're chewing the end of one of their pens. It's one that Eddie lent to Fawn. The others were different brands and colors, either some that Bones have stolen borrowed, or some that were on the ground in the In-Fun-O.)

(What should they draw? They wrote down most of the things that happened today. Sleeping on the floor. Finding a coat draped over them. Realizing it was Vick's and...)

(They don't remember that part, it's blurry, like trying to search for a channel on a box TV with no cable. All they remember is that they felt flustered and semi happy about giving it back to him.)

(Maybe they could draw him, but they've done that plenty of times already. They need a new muse!)

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Walking around, with no apparent goal, the sole of its boots made a clacking noise every time they came in contact with the floor. Despite the small, colorful prison they were put in, it was strange listening to the lack of chatter. The warm red light of the bar embraced his silhouette. Maybe he was expecting the bartender, or a playful banter over a game of pool, but he did not encounter any of it.

What he did encounter was a shorter participant it, personally, had barely heard about. They immediately caught his attention, how they were hunched over their own lap, isolated from the rest. Perhaps they also found the silence peaceful?

He didn't want to interrupt their peace, but also wanted to make himself known. Trying to make the littlest noise possible, reducing its steps to a faint tap. It sat down, besides the free seat of the couch, giving some space to not make the other uncomfortable.

" What are you doing here by yourself? "

[damningdoe]

"Oh! Uhhh!-- Hi!!"

(Almost got startled, but the sinking feeling of the couch helped Fawn notice their presence. Their head raised, fitting their role of a deer as they stare at the other, surprised.)

"...Hiiii."

(...they repeat. Unnecessarily. Their flabbergasted expression mixes with a curious smile.)

"It's uhh, it's really loud in other places? So, I kinda just wanted to hangout here. I get headaches from staying in loud places for too long."

(Should be the least of their worries... There's other things to mind, like figuring out how to get more chips, or mentally getting ready for the next game...)

(They're tracing their fingertips along one of their drawings,)

"I haven't really, uh, talked to you, huh? I'm sorry. I've been caught up with my own group, so,"

(Who at the moment they're trying to take a break from. They love Bones, Elise and Vick, but being around them all at once can cause ringing in their ears.)

(Fawn reached out, handshaking is something people do here when they meet, so try to do it!)

"I'm Fawn! Oh. Wait ugh. Sorry."

(Preferably with hands that aren't covered in colorful pen ink...)

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His eyes looked down at the rainbow hands the fellow participant possessed, which pulled a small chuckle out of its lips.

" I do not mind it, dear. " He reassured, taking their hand anyways. " My name is Quill. "

It listened to them, nodding. It understood that perhaps not everyone enjoyed being constantly observed by, quite literally, strangers. When they mentioned their group, it raised its eyebrows, curiosity emerging through his expression.

" These groups can be very interesting, I do confess. There's diverse kinds of personalities for the casting of today's season. "

In the middle of his answer, he noticed the scribbles of ink Fawn was dragging before he interrupted them.

" What is that? "

[damningdoe]

"Quill... That's such a nice name, oh! Wait, are you the one who does like, writing and stories and stuff??? Or, uh, umm!"

(Excitement brews!! This is so cool, to meet another creative person!!But they're still shaking the others hand and they need to let go because if they keep shaking it──)

(OKAY LET GO. IT ASKED YOU A QUESTION. DAMN DUDE.)

"My drawings? Yeah! Uh, I just,"

(There's a variety. Notes about their surroundings, names, ages, titles. A crude sketch of a bunny, drawn by Elise itself... And the rest, which were...)

"I was trying to draw everyone I've talked to lately. It helps me remember their names and faces. It's weird, but uh, it's something that helps?"

(Mumbling now, realizing how off some of the faces were. Ugh. They made Bone's chin too small, barely any room for his mouth. Vega's hair is too big, and...)

"I could sketch you while we talk, if that's ok? And if you like it I'll give it to you!"

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He nodded, being a bit glad they recognized at least a small part of his work. (or it might be because of its name, but it doesn't really care.)

Wordlessly, it kept hearing. He didnt expect a creative mind from this specific person, but he absolutely did not take it negatively, actually, he might've tilted his head a bit in interest.

It recognized some of the features of the drawings, and it would've been lying if it said it wasn't at least a bit impressed. It leaned its face a bit lower, as if to inspect better the illustrations. " I do not find it weird at all! In fact, I could say it is quite endearing. I myself couldn't do such thing..." He was complementing them. He has heard how some people often remember others visually, so he got what Fawn was saying. The sudden way they offered to illustrate it surprised it. It obviously wasn't used to being asked such thing, but he didn't refuse. " Oh, of course! I do not give it any mind. "

[damningdoe]

"Eeee! Yay! Oh uh, let's see..."

(They're giggling, feeling more confident about themselves as they scoot the sketchbook on their lap. There's room for another drawing, but they decided to just flip to a new page.

The pen traces a light circle as they begin, curls lightly covering their eyes.)

"Sooo, what kind of things do you write? Like, is there a specific genre you focus on? Non fiction? Fiction?"

(A curve, line, and bump on the side. The face is being sketched out first.)

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It's eyes drew near, observing closely the lines the pen they held was leaving behind. It scratched its cheek a bit, fond of the other's talent.

After the question was held by the air, Quill answered it, smiling at Fawn's curiosity. " I do enjoy writing fiction more that the other one. "

He felt it was a bit ironic, but didn't say why.

— " I guess fate gives everyone their own respective talent, hm? No one can say they're useless. " His expression didn't change much. "I do quite like style you've illustrated on the previous drawings. "