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@drownedstatue
Pri's Back and ready to roll!
I've been missing the open nature of Tumblr RP, so I'm coming back! The blog's still under construction, but the muses listed I'm ready to write, with a fresh start. If you knew me before and there's bonds you want to keep, DM me about it, we'll see where i am. I'll admit my grasp on some of these characters has changed, so not all relations would be the same.
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Time to bite the bullet
I started making a multimuse for all my muses and such but I think the formula of Tumblr RP just doesn’t suit me anymore
I’ve had lots of fun recently in a couple of discord rp servers where all character info and such isn’t already laid out and organized you just have idea and drop it in for the most part
this extra fluidity has made it a much more entertaining process and as such i thing i have to admit that i am done with Tumblr RP.
If we don’t already have eachothers discords, feel free to PM me about it!
Send my muse a food or a drink and they will have to eat or drink it!
I’m Back (or atleast trying
So as some of my friends know, i’m still alive. there’s a couple of muses i’m thinking i need to remove and such, and i’ve cleared out my drafts. completely. part of what was keeping me from returning was those double digits, because i loved the concepts but my brain just. full stopped on them.
which means if there’s a thread you were waiting on, dm me and we can talk about what happenend or revisit the concept from a different point in the timeline/from the beginning
but otherwise? i’m back. i’ve missed Majora in particular, and tumblr rp.
Jeez, okay. Berdly figured it just never went well whenever he of all people tried to actually help out a person, so he should have expected this. Even when he didn’t know them well or not,it just always happened this way. Berdly was no good at this ‘helping people’ business anyway.He wasn’t good with cheering people up, thinking about feelings, or whatever– …He was making this about himself. He really had to stop that.
Still, it was concerning to see the ghost like this. It didn’t fix anything? There was somethingthat needed to be fixed. And Berdly knew he probably couldn’t do anything about it, but he wastrying. This wasn’t something he did often. Why did it sort of hurt, having his efforts being brushed off like that?
It wasn’t like he cared that much– After all, he barely really knew BEN, and the few times they’d met, he was mostly bent on messing with Berdly. Still, some sort of sympathy clawed at the bird in the back of his mind, with most monsters’ natural compassion shining through.
“ If you don’t want me around, you could simply just say so… ” He muttered. And then he sighed, “ I know talking doesn’t fix anything; I’m not stupid. I’m just saying, it’s proven to make you feel better even for a little bit. ” He should just get to the point. “ You can’t see, can you? Do you know how that happened…? Would you like to talk about that, or, something else? ”
The exact moment Berdly stated the issue, BEN went stiff. just for a moment, but it seemed almost as if he had hardened like stone, like a statue there. even the clothing seemed to have been painted on. In that moment, however, BEN’s eyes completely disappeared, revealing inky sockets. The eyes didn't come back, even as the stone faded.
BEN’s grin grew, a defense mechanism, a scare tactic. it was quite the frightful face, missing eyes, wide uncanny grin...
“I suppose I’m out of practice when it comes to looking normal, aren’t I?” there was a calculation to his words that made them come out slowly. whether the words were meant to be as threatening as they were was... had to determine. “what gave it away? it's not like I was showing off how they were gouged out with a spoon before now. one thing about being dead had been that physical issues like that hadn’t really mattered, ya know?”
Masked Enthusiasm
“Well, at least you don’t offer me something and insult me in one breath.” Tortus huffed. He loved Rose dearly, and knew she couldn’t help it, so he let it slide. This was more of a bittersweet joke toward her social faux-pas.
“Currently, I was more concerned with being heard more than moving around. It still isn’t perfect, but it will do…. Where did you have in mind?”
“Well... everywhere back home is closed for good reason, but you haven’t seen the new pad, so to speak. but if it comes to mobility, you should be able to float... I kind of float along by thinking myself weightless, like a balloon, if that helps at all. if you manage to be floating around I bet we could get a good spook out of Jad.”
Masked Enthusiasm
Tortus had to think for a moment and focus on the feeling. “It’s… If I don’t focus on it, its as if being numb, you can feel… something, a pressure of some kind. But there is no pleasure or pain to the touch. No reading of texture or condition. It’s just… there.” There is a pause, he thinks a bit harder, trying to concentrate. “If I focus, I can feel something. It’s dull… As if putting on many layers of a thin fabric. I might be able to make out textures, but I’m not always certain. At most I can gleam that your skin is smooth and hard. Beyond that… I don’t know.”
“that sounds like sensory deprivation hell... and of course there’s no estimate for how long this will last, I’m guessing... uh, figure out how to do anything? couldn’t help but notice you were just kind of laying around when I arrived. if not... uh, we could go on a little trip?”
Masked Enthusiasm
Tortus decided it was best not to address the previous joke and move on with the conversation. It was clear BEN wasn’t in the mood. Though, the merchant-turned-mask couldn’t blame him.
“It certainly is. The lack of feeling is something for sure… Ah, well, not quite a lack per-se… It’s hard to describe.”
The mask seemed to have moved the eyes, but the eyes hadn’t moved. It appeared as though they looked up at BEN for a second, but they… hadn’t moved.
“Enough about me, how are you? Rose… told me everything.”
“I’m not going to hide this time, I just... I’m prepping something. It’s fine.” well, at the very least it’s not a full lie, even if it’s not a full truth. It seems he’s handling it well enough...
“anyways, how about you? you say it’s difficult to describe, but you usually find a way with words! unless you’d rather not... if that’s the case, has she talked about the insanity the world is dealing with?”
"I didn't know ghosts could have a existential mid-life crisis." It was Tortus. Well, the voice sounded like Tortus. The tone, infliction and typical attitude when he told a joke. He wasn't himself though. At least not physically.
BEN had only come after hearing what had happened, but the voice reached him before he visually found who he was looking for. an ear flicked, and he thought about just leaving.
“...not funny.”
At least the vocal cue made spotting Tortus easier. there was a pause before BEN carefully picked the mask up, making eye contact. “...this is bizarre, but I can’t think how odd it must be for you...”
Hey, ghost boy! A few things you should know... someone told Mask Man his fursona is a fox and he was just confused, as he should be. Second is Rose feels guilty for trying to push you to open up to her. Maybe you should make amends? Also Mask Man and the Mask Rose Dates have swapped bodies. Still no fix on that.
“...that’s a lot to process at once. firstly... god, a fox does fit him, doesn’t it? secondly, I’m... I’m going to fix that. and I’m doing it in a timely manner this time....... also what do you mean Majora and Happy have swapped bodies? can’t you bastards ever do something nice?”
Some different anon is trying to upset Rose, calling her a coward and taunting her, and insulting you all the while. I think she just wants to get along with you again... why don't you go see her and give her a hug or something? Maybe invite her to your Animal Crossing island?
“would you anons stay out of what doesn’t involve you? I know what I’m going to do. I just... can’t do it too soon.”
Rose just closes her eyes, trying not to flinch at his rage.
“What do you want me to do at this moment in time?” A simple question. She tried to hide the fear she felt, yet her voice trembled.
Seeing him raise his hand had shaken her, but she trusted him.
She trusted another man too once.
Suddenly she stood, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m going to leave you alone now. If you need me for anything, I’ll be in the living room or kitchen or something. Don’t break anything.” With that, she grabs her Switch and pauses at the doorway.
“Sorry for making this worse….”
BEN was rigid until she began to go. a similar moment came to mind, where he’d gone the distance. as she reached the door the stone stillness he embodied changed as a hand reached partially, hesitantly reaching, eyes dimming.
“wait, don’t go-”
There’s a desperation to the restrained whisper, it’s barely breathed- She likely wouldn’t have heard him.
not again!
He almost followed after brain jumping topic, jumping memories, jumping mistakes. there was even a step forward before he thought otherwise. this was her getting away, her escaping not... not him evading.
Why did he always fuck these things up?
when Rose came back, he’d be gone.
“You’re acting like I do when everything goes to shit and I don’t want to be seen hurting, so don’t expect me to believe that bullshit when it’s the same bullshit tactics I use on a semi-weekly basis.” She looks at him over the rims of her glasses, in a disapproving way.
“If I didn’t act like how you’re acting when trying not to be caught upset, I’d believe you. I’m worried about you, BEN. I want to help you.”
you should of let the topic drop. his eyes didn’t even flick to the black they usually did- the irises just turned a vibrant red. a hand lifts up in a natural manner, a threatening manner- but a single breath and it lowers. fist clenched, but he’s not going to raise his hands at her.
he’s not going to act like that. instead, his voice just darkens as he looks away.
“You can’t help! you can’t make this an accident, you can’t give me a chance to try at grades without fear, you can’t take this damn mark off my back-” he froze there.
he isn’t going to lash out physically.
he’s not going to hit anything. he’s not going to break anything. he’s not going to mirror those behaviors.
there’s the sound of stone rubbing against stone as he clenches his first tighter, and he grits his teeth. the heat dies down,t eh frustration still there, but more resigned, quiet. “don’t offer what you can’t give.”
Rose realized the misstep when BEN seemed angrier.
“Then let’s burn some shit. Or do you want to be alone? I can let you just. be alone in my room, if you promise not to break anything.” Her eyes dart to the fragile dragon figures.
“How can I help you, BEN?”
she’s seen right through teh diversion, but he’s going to lean into it! look at that smile, he’s fine! totally not deflecting everything! “Rose, have you never heard of Cave Johnson? I was... I was quoting a line from Portal 2. I’m fine! just a moment, that’s all. just got taken by surprise, don’t worry!”
yeah, he’s not ok.
“BEN…” She recognized that tone, the way he was acting.
She was like that far too often.
“BEN. It’s ok to be vulnerable. I won’t tease you about this. If you need to cry, cry. If you want to destroy stuff, we can go out in the woods and smash some plates. It wasn’t fair. Life’s not fair. But… we have to make the best of it, and it sucks.”
Life’s not fair, but you have to make the best of it. How do you make the best of something you don’t have? eyes darken, and then...
“When life gives you lemons... don’t make lemonade. get mad! make life, take back the lemons! do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s going to burn LIfe’s house down! with the lemons!”
He’s deflecting; with a meme. he’s... he’s not going to be vulnerable. he’s not going to talk this out. he’s not going to be less than what he needs to be.
he’s not going to be weak.
“BEN… it’s ok. You can keep talking if you want. Or we can just sit here, that’s ok too. How can I help you now that you’re realizing this?” She didn’t realize her simple comment would lead to this ghost having an existential crisis, but with BEN, nothing makes sense.
perhaps this was just a culmination of thoughts that had been ignored. her offer to let him talk had him freeze, ear flicking, eyes flashing. He’d never really... meant to talk this much. ever. to anyone.
it’s that moment too he seems to notice how close they are and just sort of... scoots himself to the side. there’s now actual space between them. again. he shouldn’t talk he can’t be vulnerable, but just... it slipped out. “I never had a single milestone when I lived. I never even graduated.” it came out so softly, as if he never truly processed any of this. “and now I’m supposed to be like... an Adult adult age?”
Rose frowned, then did her best to grab the ghost and set him on her lap.
“Cheer up, ghosty boy. Wanna play some Animal Crossing or something? Wanna eat ice cream and watch something like Ghostbusters? You can laugh when I freak out at the library ghost scene… That movie is as good as I can go for horror, though.” She’s gonna cheer up her brother ghostly friend as best as she can.
you know, if he were more present it wouldn’t have been as easy to move him like that. but now he’s. not on her lap, but were someone to... look at them it’d look like he’s. sort of. on her lap. ghostness! it’s weird.
“No, you don’t understand- like... I know I’m a drifter and not much more. that’s just... a matter of fact. I don’t really do anything and never really..... had the opportunity to. but it never really bugged me because in my brain I would say ‘oh I’m probably 21 by now’ just to get anyone who cared to bugger off about if I had an alcohol or shit but I;m bare minimum fucking 30? how did that happen? I never even-”
he’s... having a crisis
