Amira Phelps

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[entitylover99]

☆INTRO POST!!!☆

All of my rp posts are open rp unless specifically said otherwise

Hey there, uh, since a few things have changed I thought I'd redo this little intro! My name is Amira Phelps, I use she/her or they/them pronouns. I date sometimes, but usually not. Sorry in advance. I work in a place called the Numinous Deposit which is a competitor to the Magnus Archives. I'm a field researcher with my friend Blake!

Normal text: hi there

Doing stuff: *he waved* or alt [he waved]

OOC: //hi there

Using his book (manipulation powers): hi there

Posessed by the Nathan: hi there

Stuck in the lonely: hi there

(OOC under the cut):

/OOC: This OC has a book that makes them able to manipulate people, though if you want you can have a lore reason for it not to work or work less, I don't care, adds more RP for me. They have been affected by all of the entities (some more than once). They're lesbian and somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum. They tend to dump trauma on people, though they don't really do it on purpose.

I'm rewatching the sun and moon show so they will be getting more than one personality. Technically getting possessed by the entities, but whatever. I'll either have text colors for it or I'll add it to OOC or tags.

More about their book powers here:

Also I tend to forget things that happened earlier in the roleplay and move their timeline around a lot, so if I mention something that fully contradicts something I said before blame it on the spiral or sm. Also when I'm done with a roleplay I will just stop reblogging it, so if you want to continue just private message me or something.

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

This is what they look like:

And this is them and Blake:

(Art by me, they're not canonically together)

[killer-of-rituals]

[Throws @entitylover99 at you, urging you to ask them for a statement]

Er- Hello? Are you... here to give a statement?

[entitylover99]

Oh! Hello. Sure. Though, honestly, at this point I could fill a book with statements so just throw a metaphorical dart and I'll probably have something to share about it.

[killer-of-rituals]

...Well then, looks like we'll be here a while. Why not start with the earliest one you remember?

[entitylover99]

Oh! That's a fun one. Okay—

I was about 15, and it was the summer between middle and high school for me. My parents didn't really like having all three kids in the house at one time, so I was booted off to theatre camp. I wasn't the most stoked about it, but whatever.

First day there, I immediately noticed the unreasonable amount of spider webs everywhere. Reminded me of home a bit. For reference, my father was a web avatar, so spiders weren't a rare occurrence. I didn't think a whole lot about it, since I was 15 and my biggest issue was a pretty boy sitting next to me during roll call.

I don't remember what the play was about, since it wasn't a play any of us knew, and there were some real nerds at this place. Though it seemed to be centered around me somehow. My mundane little life, shown as a comedy, kind of?

Then people started dropping out like wildfire. Until the pretty boy, Andre Williams, and I were the last people left attending.

They started to... how do I put this? Tie us up during the performances? We didn't get any lines. They just kind of tied ropes around our wrists and necks and puppeted us around. Also, somehow we always knew what to say.

Then camp ended. A few days later than was scheduled, but it ended. I didn't end up seeing Andre after that. I heard something about him being institutionalized, though.

Anyways, are you an archivist? I don't think I've seen you around before.

[killer-of-rituals]

Gertrude Robinson, head archivist, yes. And- wait, you said your father was a Web avatar? And... that camp was most certainly Web-aligned... Any others you'd like to tell?

[entitylover99]

Yup, eye-aligned mother, web aligned father. I got dad's avatar genes. Kind of, technically I got his book, but whatever. Hm...

I mean, if we're talking about my parents, might as well mention how they died. Which was honestly a net positive...probably.

In like, 2008 I bought a mirror from some thrift store or something. I don't remember where exactly. It was really pretty and kinda weird looking. I brought it home with me, and hung it on the wall, then promptly kinda forgot about it entirely.

Saying it out loud there actually isn't much meat to this story. The mirror was a not them artifact and it took my parents and brother. I found out when I was looking for old pictures and tapes of my sister and saw new people where my parents "used" to be.

Then I uh... well then I killed them. Remarkably easy, since not them don't actually have blood.

My "brother" is a whole other issue, but thats not the most important right now.

[killer-of-rituals]

So, a Stranger artefact and- a book? It... didn't happen to have a plaque reading, "From the library of Jurgen Leitner" or something along those lines, did it?

[entitylover99]

It did, actually. What's that all about?

[killer-of-rituals]

In short, ones with that plaque are cursed. I'd recommend finding a Gerard Keay (though he usually goes by Gerry) to dispose of it properly, or you and those around you could experience some... adverse effects.

[entitylover99]

Oh. That makes sense, honestly. Though not having it on my person hurts me, so I'm not sure what destroying it would do.

[killer-of-rituals]

[Throws @entitylover99 at you, urging you to ask them for a statement]

Er- Hello? Are you... here to give a statement?

[entitylover99]

Oh! Hello. Sure. Though, honestly, at this point I could fill a book with statements so just throw a metaphorical dart and I'll probably have something to share about it.

[killer-of-rituals]

...Well then, looks like we'll be here a while. Why not start with the earliest one you remember?

[entitylover99]

Oh! That's a fun one. Okay—

I was about 15, and it was the summer between middle and high school for me. My parents didn't really like having all three kids in the house at one time, so I was booted off to theatre camp. I wasn't the most stoked about it, but whatever.

First day there, I immediately noticed the unreasonable amount of spider webs everywhere. Reminded me of home a bit. For reference, my father was a web avatar, so spiders weren't a rare occurrence. I didn't think a whole lot about it, since I was 15 and my biggest issue was a pretty boy sitting next to me during roll call.

I don't remember what the play was about, since it wasn't a play any of us knew, and there were some real nerds at this place. Though it seemed to be centered around me somehow. My mundane little life, shown as a comedy, kind of?

Then people started dropping out like wildfire. Until the pretty boy, Andre Williams, and I were the last people left attending.

They started to... how do I put this? Tie us up during the performances? We didn't get any lines. They just kind of tied ropes around our wrists and necks and puppeted us around. Also, somehow we always knew what to say.

Then camp ended. A few days later than was scheduled, but it ended. I didn't end up seeing Andre after that. I heard something about him being institutionalized, though.

Anyways, are you an archivist? I don't think I've seen you around before.

[killer-of-rituals]

Gertrude Robinson, head archivist, yes. And- wait, you said your father was a Web avatar? And... that camp was most certainly Web-aligned... Any others you'd like to tell?

[entitylover99]

Yup, eye-aligned mother, web aligned father. I got dad's avatar genes. Kind of, technically I got his book, but whatever. Hm...

I mean, if we're talking about my parents, might as well mention how they died. Which was honestly a net positive...probably.

In like, 2008 I bought a mirror from some thrift store or something. I don't remember where exactly. It was really pretty and kinda weird looking. I brought it home with me, and hung it on the wall, then promptly kinda forgot about it entirely.

Saying it out loud there actually isn't much meat to this story. The mirror was a not them artifact and it took my parents and brother. I found out when I was looking for old pictures and tapes of my sister and saw new people where my parents "used" to be.

Then I uh... well then I killed them. Remarkably easy, since not them don't actually have blood.

My "brother" is a whole other issue, but thats not the most important right now.

[killer-of-rituals]

So, a Stranger artefact and- a book? It... didn't happen to have a plaque reading, "From the library of Jurgen Leitner" or something along those lines, did it?

[entitylover99]

It did, actually. What's that all about?

[killer-of-rituals]

[Throws @entitylover99 at you, urging you to ask them for a statement]

Er- Hello? Are you... here to give a statement?

[entitylover99]

Oh! Hello. Sure. Though, honestly, at this point I could fill a book with statements so just throw a metaphorical dart and I'll probably have something to share about it.

[killer-of-rituals]

...Well then, looks like we'll be here a while. Why not start with the earliest one you remember?

[entitylover99]

Oh! That's a fun one. Okay—

I was about 15, and it was the summer between middle and high school for me. My parents didn't really like having all three kids in the house at one time, so I was booted off to theatre camp. I wasn't the most stoked about it, but whatever.

First day there, I immediately noticed the unreasonable amount of spider webs everywhere. Reminded me of home a bit. For reference, my father was a web avatar, so spiders weren't a rare occurrence. I didn't think a whole lot about it, since I was 15 and my biggest issue was a pretty boy sitting next to me during roll call.

I don't remember what the play was about, since it wasn't a play any of us knew, and there were some real nerds at this place. Though it seemed to be centered around me somehow. My mundane little life, shown as a comedy, kind of?

Then people started dropping out like wildfire. Until the pretty boy, Andre Williams, and I were the last people left attending.

They started to... how do I put this? Tie us up during the performances? We didn't get any lines. They just kind of tied ropes around our wrists and necks and puppeted us around. Also, somehow we always knew what to say.

Then camp ended. A few days later than was scheduled, but it ended. I didn't end up seeing Andre after that. I heard something about him being institutionalized, though.

Anyways, are you an archivist? I don't think I've seen you around before.

[killer-of-rituals]

Gertrude Robinson, head archivist, yes. And- wait, you said your father was a Web avatar? And... that camp was most certainly Web-aligned... Any others you'd like to tell?

[entitylover99]

Yup, eye-aligned mother, web aligned father. I got dad's avatar genes. Kind of, technically I got his book, but whatever. Hm...

I mean, if we're talking about my parents, might as well mention how they died. Which was honestly a net positive...probably.

In like, 2008 I bought a mirror from some thrift store or something. I don't remember where exactly. It was really pretty and kinda weird looking. I brought it home with me, and hung it on the wall, then promptly kinda forgot about it entirely.

Saying it out loud there actually isn't much meat to this story. The mirror was a not them artifact and it took my parents and brother. I found out when I was looking for old pictures and tapes of my sister and saw new people where my parents "used" to be.

Then I uh... well then I killed them. Remarkably easy, since not them don't actually have blood.

My "brother" is a whole other issue, but thats not the most important right now.

[killer-of-rituals]

[Throws @entitylover99 at you, urging you to ask them for a statement]

Er- Hello? Are you... here to give a statement?

[entitylover99]

Oh! Hello. Sure. Though, honestly, at this point I could fill a book with statements so just throw a metaphorical dart and I'll probably have something to share about it.

[killer-of-rituals]

...Well then, looks like we'll be here a while. Why not start with the earliest one you remember?

[entitylover99]

Oh! That's a fun one. Okay—

I was about 15, and it was the summer between middle and high school for me. My parents didn't really like having all three kids in the house at one time, so I was booted off to theatre camp. I wasn't the most stoked about it, but whatever.

First day there, I immediately noticed the unreasonable amount of spider webs everywhere. Reminded me of home a bit. For reference, my father was a web avatar, so spiders weren't a rare occurrence. I didn't think a whole lot about it, since I was 15 and my biggest issue was a pretty boy sitting next to me during roll call.

I don't remember what the play was about, since it wasn't a play any of us knew, and there were some real nerds at this place. Though it seemed to be centered around me somehow. My mundane little life, shown as a comedy, kind of?

Then people started dropping out like wildfire. Until the pretty boy, Andre Williams, and I were the last people left attending.

They started to... how do I put this? Tie us up during the performances? We didn't get any lines. They just kind of tied ropes around our wrists and necks and puppeted us around. Also, somehow we always knew what to say.

Then camp ended. A few days later than was scheduled, but it ended. I didn't end up seeing Andre after that. I heard something about him being institutionalized, though.

Anyways, are you an archivist? I don't think I've seen you around before.

[killer-of-rituals]

[Throws @entitylover99 at you, urging you to ask them for a statement]

Er- Hello? Are you... here to give a statement?

[entitylover99]

Oh! Hello. Sure. Though, honestly, at this point I could fill a book with statements so just throw a metaphorical dart and I'll probably have something to share about it.

[warm-embrace-of-dirt]

Oh. Hi there little guy! What's a thing like you doing out here aren't you a deep dweller?

- @entitylover99

Hello! Who are you? Are you going to eat me?

[entitylover99]

Oh shit. You can talk? No, I'm not going to eat you. Do you need help?

[yourlocalboneturner]

Someone called me an “it” today and I liked it.

Don’t know what that means.

Don’t know if I wanna know what that means.

I’m going to go lift something

[entitylover99]

Mmmmm gender fuckery. I know her well.

[entitylover99]

Being a man is the worst. Like let me lesbian god damn it.

[mxphantomwing]

Amir or Robert?

Amir

Robert

Voting ended onApr 18

This is Amir:

A web avatar who goes through a lot. More specifically, he's an orphan with many exes and a stalker, he met his best friend in a butchers shop governed by a cannibalism God and....... he's a Christian......

This is Robert:

He survived WW2, just to watch his wife die. Before WW2 he got betrayed and blown up by his "best friend" and possible fling? (The drama!)

[the-bigger-pictures]

It’s quite windy, eh? Makes you want to pull out your umbrella and go wherever the wind takes you.

[entitylover99]

Mary Poppins style. I like it. I might try it next time the vast takes me to its domain.

[the-bigger-pictures]

Quite! I can help with that, you know.

[entitylover99]

Exciting! The vast is always my favorite

[the-bigger-pictures]

It’s quite windy, eh? Makes you want to pull out your umbrella and go wherever the wind takes you.

[entitylover99]

Mary Poppins style. I like it. I might try it next time the vast takes me to its domain.

[mxphantomwing]

Amir's love life is fucking crazy man. First, his girlfriend transforms into a butterfly, before they broke up and she left a hive filled with larvae under his bed, his second girlfriend prophesied she'd end up killing him, then broke up with him and killed herself. Not to mention Notme/Kai/Akeem, who pretended to be his brother for years, before trying to take him over and becoming so hopelessly obsessive and infatuated that he stalked Amir and didn't end up killing him. Also his best friend has a crush on him that he shares, but he's ultimately too terrified to do anything about it because he's scared that if him and his best friend get together he will lose his best friend to a cannibalistic fear god. And the girl he gets together with in the end genuinely attempted and considered killing him with fire when they first met.

And probably more we haven't found out about yet on top of that.

[lumieretheartificer]

Hello! *Amir walks in, shirt stained with what looked like blood, wearing gloves with a mirror in his hands*

I wouldn't recommend looking at this thing for too long. It's a not–them artifact. I'm not sure if it still takes anymore though, since it's been stable for a while.

- @entitylover99

Uh-- [He pauses dead still,] Are you okay? What happened?

[entitylover99]

I'm um. My uh. My parents, I just had to... yeah... I'm okay physically. Mentally, could be better, if I'm honest.

[lumieretheartificer]

[He's silent for a moment or two.]

Do you... want to talk about it? You look like you've been through hell.

[entitylover99]

Yes, actually. I bought this a while ago, because it looked cool. I didn't know it was an artifact. It uh... it took my parents. And my brother but thats a whole different, more complicated story. I was just going through old pictures and tapes from my phase in middle to high school, honestly I was just looking for pictures of my sister so I didn't forget her face. But my parents looked so different. I'd heard of stuff like that before. They told me about it, in fact. Or... maybe they told me about it. I'm not sure how much of my memory is real anymore. I had to uh... "deal" with them. And I thought that the archive should have a safe place to keep this.

[lumieretheartificer]

Shit, oh my god. [He takes the mirror, putting it face down on his desk. His voice is quiet,] My condolences.

Do you.. uh. Do you want a hug?

[entitylover99]

I uh... yeah. Thank you

[lumieretheartificer]

Hello! *Amir walks in, shirt stained with what looked like blood, wearing gloves with a mirror in his hands*

I wouldn't recommend looking at this thing for too long. It's a not–them artifact. I'm not sure if it still takes anymore though, since it's been stable for a while.

- @entitylover99

Uh-- [He pauses dead still,] Are you okay? What happened?

[entitylover99]

I'm um. My uh. My parents, I just had to... yeah... I'm okay physically. Mentally, could be better, if I'm honest.

[lumieretheartificer]

[He's silent for a moment or two.]

Do you... want to talk about it? You look like you've been through hell.

[entitylover99]

Yes, actually. I bought this a while ago, because it looked cool. I didn't know it was an artifact. It uh... it took my parents. And my brother but thats a whole different, more complicated story. I was just going through old pictures and tapes from my phase in middle to high school, honestly I was just looking for pictures of my sister so I didn't forget her face. But my parents looked so different. I'd heard of stuff like that before. They told me about it, in fact. Or... maybe they told me about it. I'm not sure how much of my memory is real anymore. I had to uh... "deal" with them. And I thought that the archive should have a safe place to keep this.

[entitylover99]

Hi! Can I have your name?

@rosalind-learns-blogging

Oh, hello! My name is Amir Dereck Phelps.

[rosalind-learns-blogging]

Woah! The full thing? Okay! Mine now!

[entitylover99]

This stupid truth potion... wait is this what I— wait what do you mean "mine now"?

[rosalind-learns-blogging]

I asked to have your name, and you gave it to me! It’s mine now!

[entitylover99]

What are you going to do with it?

[rosalind-learns-blogging]

Put it in my collection, maybe! Or bury it somewhere for later. Unless you want it back, then I guess I can give it.

[entitylover99]

I mean, I guess you can have it. I can just use a different one right?

[entitylover99]

Hi! Can I have your name?

@rosalind-learns-blogging

Oh, hello! My name is Amir Dereck Phelps.

[rosalind-learns-blogging]

Woah! The full thing? Okay! Mine now!

[entitylover99]

This stupid truth potion... wait is this what I— wait what do you mean "mine now"?

[rosalind-learns-blogging]

I asked to have your name, and you gave it to me! It’s mine now!

[entitylover99]

What are you going to do with it?