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with the recent revelations and drastic membership changes at citta-alveare, i have made the decision as a mun to drop my affiliation with citta and i will be transferring to @isolaradiale once the masterlist there opens. at this time i would like to request that any muses intending to stay affiliated with citta-alveare please unfollow me. it isn’t my story to share but i am NOT comfortable calling the recent events “drama” or pretending that they don’t drastically affect me and my roleplay, and i am similarly not comfortable with interaction with people who are willfully ignorant of the gravity of recent allegations leveraged against mod oo1.

for non-ca mutuals, this will not affect you at all! i still won’t be indie, i will be reaffiliating at the nearest juncture.

feel free to ask me if you have any questions, though please be advised i will not share more than is public information at this time.

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rbing on other muse, same shit applies!

#// psa #// save tag

@coluberfoxii

One of his more favorite things to do in Hive City is to find someone who quite clearly has no reason to talk to him and bother them about something or other. It’s that or sit alone in his room with pop blaring and his roommates knocking testily on his door, and the scientists had told him to interact, so...

Besides, he’s gotten lucky with strangers in his last few weeks. (He’s thinking of someone in particular, but being here without him aches like a phantom limb, so he pushes the thought away and scans the crowd for someone to distract him.)

Got one. He saunters up to the man in question. “So. Subject here too? How long’s it been for you?” Like they’re strangers in the field at a prison -- but that’s kinda how it is here, isn’t it?

#// ic #// snake 1 #coluberfoxii

@torikake liked for a starter;

He’s got his arms crossed waiting in line for an iced drink -- the weather is hot and he’s melting, damn it, even if the line itself is snaking outside and really defeating the purpose.

there’s a dude passing next to him -- a dude with a bow on his back, and dezhrean reaches out to jostle his shoulder with his own. “ah, i see you are a man of culture as well,” he says, his own bow visible on his back. (the dude’s probably just gonna give him a look and walk away, but he’s acting out to assuage his boredom.)

#// ic #// hanzo 1 #torikake

gunheaded liked for a starter;

He’d seen some strange figures around the city, even if he doesn’t really go out much (there’s no one to watch his back here, not like he had back home, so he’s gotta be careful) -- but some of them? Some of them just really take the cake.

“Is that a costume?” It looks like a prop. He says it from behind the guy, fairly reliant on the fact that he’s probably heard exactly that question before. But hey, he really wants to know.

#// ic #// jyuzo 1

hey everybody! i’ve been distracted for the last month with another muse here at citta but i want to drum up some activity on this boy before the check happens; here’s a quick starter call! uncapped for now but selective. (you can also let me know if you want a pool party thread!)

#// ooc #// starter call #ca rp ad

desipiam:

Everything looks multi-colored and strange. Like out of a kid’s storybook. Where is he? Still in the city?

( is he still dreaming? )

Admittedly, this is a far sight better than the images that have been entering his mind lately – garish colors and all. Still…he’d like to know where exactly he is. But there doesn’t seem to be a soul around to ask. Except.

A horse?

No, not quite a horse. It shares the shape and features, but there’s a distinctly magical quality about it. And it’s not a unicorn, either. It doesn’t seem to be frightened of him. With one tentative hand he reaches out to pet its neck. It makes a noise, and he can’t tell if it’s a noise of approval or a hint to stop, but he continues, anyway. “I don’t suppose you know where we are, buddy?” It’s a soft murmur, and the beast doesn’t give him the slightest indication it’s even heard him. He sighs.

There’s an ominous squeaking in the distance. The voice carried with it barely audible above the choir of squeaky toys. He looks up from his new companion, out into the road. There’s someone there, running towards him… They’re uh…not getting very far, are they?

“Hey!”

Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak.

His ballet slippers (what the hell, he doesn’t travel in ballet slippers, why is he wearing them now) are losing traction along the cobblestones now, and the squeaking noises are muddling, and his alternate self (or at least so he thinks) just yelled “Hey!” back towards him, which is a very him thing to do.

It makes him mad.

Dezhrean works his arms faster, trying to tug his feet out of the sludge to no avail --

Rewind a sec. What sludge?

He looks down.

The cobbles have started to melt together like hot rubber, turning an ugly shade of brown as the colors mix. His feet are encased in the mess and he can’t seem to pull them free, no matter how hard he tries to lift them. He must look like a dipshit, working his arms like he’s speed-walking in place.

Something below his feet shifts and he sinks down another foot.

“Come the fuck on!”

#// he's gonna die here #desipiam #// zelos thread i

desipiam:

He chuckles.

“Repression of what kind? I thought I made it very clear what I was into. But I could always make it clearer, if you’d like.”

“Oh, you know.” (He’s never been so explicit about his tastes, but what the hell.) “No need for that. I already get the picture -- it takes one to know one, right?”

#// ;)#desipiam

desipiam:

"Are you sure you’re not just projecting?“ After all, Zelos isn’t the one who was caught stripping in a public place. "Or maybe you feel inadequate standing next to someone like me. It’s fine to admit it. I won’t judge.” Much.

“Hardy-har-har.” This guy sure does think he’s the cream of the crop, et cetera, et cetera. “Nah, I’m the kind of guy who’s at peace with what he’s into. Sounds like you might have some repression going on, though.”

#// i . hate this piece of shit teenager stop speaking WORDS YOU DUMB LIL FOOL #desipiam

desipiam:

"Is that so? Well, you’re certainly not wrong.” He does like him a good red hot personality, if you will. “Such a choice of words…and I’m the lech!”

“Knew it.” It’s pot and kettle... but hey, he’s starving for one-ups. “Knowing the words to read you like an open book doesn’t make me the lech, buddy.”

#// PLEASE call him out hes BEGGING for it #desipiam

desipiam:

Such unprovoked cruelty. He has never done anything to deserve this in his life.

“That’s true, you did say that, didn’t you? I guess it was too much to hope you might have the personality to match those looks of yours.”

“Oh, yeah?” There’s a salacious wink in store for Zelos if he’s looking. “You sure do look like the sort of guy who really likes a big, throbbing, red-hot personality.”

#// it's his job he's getting paid (in ego boosts) to come for zelos' life ok #desipiam

desipiam:

Hand to his heart. That cut real deep.

“Lech? How cruel! There’s nothing wrong with a man appreciating beauty when he sees it.”

“Besides, weren’t you the one who told me to keep watching?”

Sure it cut deep. That’s the face of a lech who’s used to being called out.

“Definitely recall saying it was your choice. Never said anything about whether I’d give you shit for it.”

#// check and mate #desipiam

desipiam:

"My, such confidence! How attractive. Go on, then, don’t stop for my sake. I don’t get jealous easily.“

He finishes pulling his soaking wet shirt off.

“I bet you’d like me to keep going. Lech.”

#// God .#// This is awful .

desipiam:

“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like me to turn around?”

“Suppose you’ve seen enough. It’s your choice now -- just don’t blame me if you get jealous.”

#// don't worry about it. it's fine. it's all fine

...

“Do you mind?” Can’t you see he’s changing? Jerk.

#ca mini #// desperately crawls along the dash for the barest shreds of interaction

He’s never seen trees this shade of bubblegum-pink.

(In hindsight that’s probably the first cue he should’ve pondered more about when he recognized it. Hindsight’s a bitch.)

So he’s walking down this forest path in Ari’s fantasy-land and -- up ahead he spots Vijou, his kirin, tied to a tree. And next to Vijou is some guy with looooooong red hair, like his own but red, and -- hint number two -- the first solution his brain gives him is “that’s a fairy body double of me!”

(Hindsight’s a bitch.)

“Excuse me!” he’s yelling then, jogging up the road (it’s a road now with pastel cobblestones because it’s an Ariadne fairy-land place, it must be (and the stones are squeaking when he steps on them, different pitches like a xylophone of squeaky toys)) and the dude who’s stealing his kirin ‘cause obviously that’s what he’s doing is just getting farther

and farther

away.

#ca event: dreamscape #desipiam #// zelos thread i #HAVE FUN LMAAAOOOOOO

stasis-comic

Concept detail of clothing and weaponry :)

#// that's me!#// stasis art #// ooc

let’s get some starters out here!

first three to like this post will get a hand-crafted premium starter from a prima donna elf prince ~

#hehehehehehe im way late #{ STARTER CALL

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