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ind. sel. 20+ roleplay blog for OCTAVIUS, an oc based in the PKMN universe.

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independent, selective, mutuals and 20+ only rp blog. features OCTAVIUS, an oc based in the PKMN UNIVERSE, though headcanon heavy. as evolved by ODDITY ( he/him, 25+, gmt+8 ). Mature themes may arise and will be tagged accordingly. * IMPORTANT. view this carrd prior to interaction !

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🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for 🦁 my favorite ships 🔑 my favorite type of threads

RP EXPERIENCE PROMPTS. // @prisonicmorality

🍷 — a character i want to write but never made a blog for !!

i normally have poor impulse control when it comes to making blogs for characters to be frank with you GFDLKSDFG as soon as i have an idea i'm like hooooo boy here we go ... that being said! one character i would've loved to dip my toes into would've been sans from undertale. i thought undertale was and is still a fantastic video game; a mind-blowing experience with charming characters. unfortunately like. most of what i saw of the undertale fandom was fuckin' nuts and i was like. fear. but maybe......... if i can get past my fear........ multiverse sans? y/n?

🦁 — my favourite ships !!

my favourite ships are really only ships i've established with a writing partner. as someone who is on the aromantic spectrum, i personally struggle with having a ship i enjoy outside of this. my current ships i have going areeeee (and love to bits) leon / raihan — (with @dragontamer) ozzy / scarlet — (with @vermillionvisions)

🔑 — my favourite type of threads !!

it really depends on my mood! i love slice-of-life, i love action, i love mystery, i love horror ... ultimately, a lot of threads can be my favourite, depending on my whimsy! that being said, some threads topics / genres i only feel comfortable approaching with friends.

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🖼 my favorite types of character

RP EXPERIENCE PROMPTS. // @chounaifu

🖼 — my favourite types of character !!

i used to be a BIIIIIG villain rper. like basically every character i tackled, whether oc or canon, were villains in some shape or form. that still perseveres nowadays, where i love reading about villains and occasionally dabbling in villains of my own. i unfortunately fell out of writing them, for the most part, due to people using my characters for their own plot arcs, but i wasn't allowed plot arcs of my own. also being used as proverbial punching bags. yeah. not fun, in that regard! that being said, i still love villains deeply. i love people who approach them in deep and meaningful ways, making them multifaceted characters that can stand on their own two feet without a hero to contrast them with. another type of character i love are pathetic, wet sopping excuses of people. ones that shy away from danger and embody cowardice. yeah, bravery is cool and all that, but i love exploring people ic that tremble and are, ultimately, cowardice personified. what's best is when these two, villains and cowards, are merged into one character. mmmMMMM that's the good shit another serving please, sir!

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MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY * send me a symbol and i'll tell you...

❤️ my first roleplay memory

🍪 my favorite roleplay memory

🌵 my worst roleplay memory

🎁 what platform i started roleplaying on

☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed

🚕 my most embarrassing roleplay moment

🎭 a blog i miss writing with

🏆 how long i've been roleplaying for

🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write

🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for

🔥 my hot take about the roleplaying community

⭐️ my roleplay pet peeves

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

🍄 my favorite original character blog

🐠 why i love (or hate) this hobby

🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year

🦁 my favorite ships

🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw

🚙 the one thing i will never do in roleplay

🛳 my opinions on DNI lists

⛱ my opinions on anon hate

🏛 my opinions on softblocking

🖨 my opinions on callouts

🔑 my favorite type of threads

📫 my favorite type of ships

🖼 my favorite types of characters

📒 three blogs i couldn't live without

🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

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[vermillionvisions]

Her phone pings and Scarlet can only give a smile at the speed of the reply. With the swipe of her fingers the message thread is opened once more, and she met with what must be one of the worst photos she has seen in quite some time. Laughter, bubbly and amused leaves her like coke and mentos, explosive and wild.

She laughs reacts at it, grin stretching wide across her features as she stares at it. Surely he meant it as a joke, right? Then again, he hadn't struck her as a joking type when she had first encountered him...

LMAO

It's truly the only thing that came to mind when she saw it, but she knows very well that she can't leave it at that. No, she had to give more than that...

That's a very... Photogenic picture of you lol

Deft fingers tap away at a fast speed, and she saves the photo to her phone before setting it as his contact photo. Pearls of laughter keep spilling from her lips as she stares down into it. It's utterly hilarious, to her at least. Truthfully she finds it a bit endearing, many men would have taken that opportunity to be a creep.... Instead, she gets a Facebook worthy old man selfie.

A fair deal, she thinks.

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DING! DING! DING!

The sounds flew over Octavius’ head. He was, after all, in a chase with his own phone. He knocked into pieces of furniture, almost toppled on his face at once point, in his bid to catch the little bastard.

“She’s replied!”  his rotom sputtered out between bursts of mechanical, jittered laughter. Octavius paused and growled, a sound that was far too guttural for a human to muster. His brows knitted, carving an ireful furrow between them, as he could feel his teeth starting to elongate. Heat brewed and bubbled within him like a witch’s cauldron, just needing the slightest ingredient to overflow and burn everyone and everything in his vicinity.

Thankfully, for both of them, in a sudden feat of athletics—scaling of his couch and thrusting himself into a leap, he managed to catch his phone mid-jump. Swift the little ghost was to separate from the machine, giggles spilling aplenty. Octavius huffed. He felt his teeth retract.

“Stupid modern fuckin’ pokémon…”

Octavius plopped himself against his couch. He grumbled, squinted, and read the message. Apparently, she found it hilarious. Now, he couldn’t be quite sure if that was hilarity with or without scorn, but …

He tapped at his screen slowly with a single forefinger.

no sorry. that was my rotoms faultt. it hates my ass because im bad with tech and ask it too many questions. very opinionated

Sent.

He lolled his head back against the couch and heaved a loud, dramatic sigh.

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I’m actually really fun once you get to know me (takes 3-4 years).

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Rubbing a palm across his face to try and get the exhaustion off his face, he could feel the faint prickle of stubble from the last couple of days where he'd neglected to tend to his usual tidy facial hair. Making a mental note to at least try and look presentable later, he smiled at Octavius's question.

It was faint, tired and weak, but sincere, much like the small chuckle that escaped him. Somehow it felt a little silly to be worrying about where shoes ended up given the circumstances, but it was a nice, normal concern. And "normal" was something he needed at the moment.

"Yeah, if you don't mind. My mother'll probably care less about a bit of dirt on the floor, but the less worries she has, the better." He said, turning on his bare heel to return to the kitchen and gesturing for Octavius to sit at the small dining table that took up a corner of the kitchen.

The only lights on in the house were in the kitchen, the rest of the house lit only barely by the dawn's light creeping in through the covered windows, and the house smelled of spices and coffee. It was a pleasant and homey combination of smells that calmed Leon's nerves and helped to ground him when combined with the task of plating up breakfast. It kept his hands busy at the very least.

As he plated up their food, piling the plates high, he spoke.

"Before we get to business, how do you take you coffee? It's sweetened and spiced with clove, allspice, and chocolate, but if that's not to your taste, mum has a kalos press and I can make you some black if you'd like. It's no trouble." He rather liked waiting on people; it kept his hands and mind busy and no matter how tired he was.

Maybe he just liked feeling useful.

He slid the plates and silverware onto the table, in front of chairs positioned next to each other, and turned, riffling through the cupboards in search of mugs and the aforementioned press coffee maker.

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Abiding, Octavius toed off his shoes and nudged them alongside the others. He kept his socks on; he figured no one wanted to see his hairy feet this early in the morning. He plodded into the kitchen and, at the gesture, drew himself up a seat, angled in a way so he could still talk to Leon while he stacked their plates with a mountain of food.

By gods, the smell, it was … amazing. It bloated the kitchen with a savoury aroma that felt unrivalled, with his ravenous belly and sharp teeth hungering to sink into something hearty. Pangs of hungry desire clawed at his gut.

“I take my coffee however. As long as it ain’t got so much milk that it’s not coffee anymore,”  wouldn’t be the first time someone served him a cup of coffee where they’d poured so much milk into it that it was almost as pale as snow. His stare would’ve been amusing if not for the fact that he torn them verbally to shreds after glaring at it for a solid minute.  “I’ll give the first a try.”

When the food was slid in front of him, it took every ounce of willpower to not dig in right then and there. He peeled his eyes away from the delicious mound of food, albeit hesitantly, to keep his gaze upon Leon.

“I’m currently waiting on a contact to get access to surveillance footage from both Stow-on-Side and Ballonlea from a week ago. Unless he flew directly into Glimwood Tangle, which I doubt, he would’ve passed through Stow-on-Side to get to Ballonlea. We should be able to determine if he made it that far and narrow it from there. My contact, he’ll be here around seven or eight with all his … tech stuff,”  wow, yeah, Octavius, way to sound technologically apt!  “Speaking of which, you found Hop’s computer password or nah?”

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my emails: hey, ur volkner blog turned three today!

me, having completely forgotten abt him:

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some pointers on my volkner, as i remember bits and pieces about him!

trans, which shouldn't come as a surprise to like. anyone LMFAO

powerful trainer and gym leader

doesn't specialise solely in electric-type pkmn, but rather electric-type moves. this allows flexibility with his pkmn choices and makes him far more difficult to combat than many other specialists.

one of the few higher up league individuals that actually did very little regarding cyrus' torment and reign, which has earned him plentiful scrutiny from inside the league and outside.

as implied by canon, he experiences depression. specifically, he experiences major depressive disorder. it's genetic and, he's found, resistant to medication. medication helps alleviate some symptoms, but others maintain severity. he has peaks and dips, but finds himself at a lower baseline than the general population

unlike what's implied by canon, he isn't dislodged or otherwise cured by the player character giving him a challenge in a battle setting.

a big aspect of my portrayal with him is the battling with mental health, and its holistic impact on his relationships and life. volkner had attempted ECT (electroconvulsive therapy) and found that, during the second round when they scrambled up his usual team and had to scrounge up replacements, they missed crucial bits of information regarding his level of anesthesia. this resulted to him having awareness during and after the procedure, instilling fear, distress, and anxiety in him and prompting him to drop the procedure entirely.

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my emails: hey, ur volkner blog turned three today!

me, having completely forgotten abt him:

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tfw ur rotom phone hates ur ass because you're so bad at technology so when someone asks u for a selfie it takes this and sends it without ur permission

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tfw ur rotom phone hates ur ass because you're so bad at technology so when someone asks u for a selfie it takes this and sends it without ur permission

[vermillionvisions]

She is utterly unaware of the internal struggle he was having, the constipation of the brain and repressed emotions threatening to reemerge with each second that passes between the two. He's a bit, well, awkward truthfully in her perception— though not in a bad way, not necessarily. She's certainly met others that were worse, that could scarcely get a word out through trembling lips the moment they were sat before her in the flesh. Hell, she'd even had a couple of fainters.

No, this was a different sort of awkward, stammering and grunting his way through the conversation. It's certainly preferable to others, but soon it seemed his confidence came back, paired with a hooked smirk. She catches a flash of those sharp teeth, and something in her stomach twists uncomfortably for a split second, but it's gone just as quickly as it came.

She's dimly reminded of Raihan with his sharpened teeth when she sees Octavius'... Yet this man's seemed more wild, sharper somehow... Or perhaps it was the sheer number of elongated teeth that brought such a visceral reaction, riddling his mouth like jagged mountain tops.

"Ah, of course." She says as he excuses himself from the conversation, but she has to admit she is a bit pleased with herself. In fact, Scarlet can even feel her rivals eyes behind them burning into her back. It only heightens her appreciation for this encounter, she truly loved to get under Richard's skin just as much as he did her.

Ozzy slips from the conversation easily with a tip of the cigarette, like a gentleman might have a hat, and then he's off. As he slips into the crowd he would hear rapid, annoyed Kalosian from her rival, met with ringing laughter.

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Hour passed, Scarlet retired to her cabin-like home on the outskirts of Turffield by the time her phone pings. The day had worn on her, makeup and fancy clothes shed for face masks and baths, to ultimately robes and wine. Everything after the autographs had been such a whirlwind, she almost entirely forgot about the handsome man from earlier. Perhaps she had simply assumed he wouldn't reach out, but she was certainly wrong on that front.

Her own rotom zips over, and she takes the phone with a gentle word of thanks, watching as it flies off to occupy a new electronic. Plush lips meet the glass as she sips the red wine, eyes flickeing over the message. It was simple, direct as well. She had to admit, the manor of texting is not what she had ever expected from the man she had met, specifically the exclamation points and smiley face. He had smiled a total of one time, at receiving her number, otherwise he had been cold and stoney.

Just to be sure, she would have to make sure she was talking to him truly. What a shame if he had pawned the autograph and her number was out there... Number changes came on a regular due to overreaching fans, she would hate to have to change it all again— and Richie would surely never allow her to live it down.

Hi there!

The message is sent with a wooshing noise, and she purses her lips. She would have to ask for proof, sooner rather than later, and so she simply bites the bullet. She's sure he would understand the sentiment behind her checking, and, she imagines he would want confirmation just as much as she.

I hope this doesn't come off as rude (or weird) but can you send me a selfie just so I know it's you? You wouldn't believe the number of weirdos that get their hands on my number lol

Sent. Once she's sure, she will feel far more comfortable responding. Plus, he was good looking, so why not get an opportunity to see how photogenic he was?

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DING!

“She’s replied!”

His phone zipped in front of him, showcasing the message. A simple reciprocated greeting. Okay. That was a start. A small, blue bubble appeared beneath, alongside rolling dots that disappeared then reappeared.

“She’s preparing another message?”

“Yes, she’s typing.”

DING!

Rotom read the second message faster than he did.

Before he had the opportunity to even part his lips, it thrust itself almost flush against his face. A flash, blinding, prompted an eye to narrow and brows to furrow. His vision blurred and swirled, a churn of colours before everything readjusted, becoming sharp and defined.  

“What was that for, you fuck?”

A giggle that edged upon the mechanical bubbled up and out from his rotom, its eyes nigh squinted as amusement left it positively snickering. Octavius heaved a hearty sigh, scratched his thick lining of stubble, and reached out for the phone again.

“Whatever. Can I read that second message at least?”

It flashed the screen at him. Not only her second message, but his second message—a photo.

His heart, his stomach, his pride plummeted.

“Oh, you motherfu—”

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⏳

for every “⏳” i receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

The train ride was hardly quiet. The rattling, the chugging and churning, all became naught but white noise to its inhabitants. Octavius’ face was directed at the train window, the frame bleeding inwards with gnawing frost, though his gaze was sidelong. He stared at Leon; at the man that’d opted to accompany him northward, towards Hammerlocke, where they’d peel away towards Glimwood Tangle.

Leon himself looked like the epitome of exhaustion. Red clawed at the corners of his eyes, his lids heavy and deepening, darkening lines beneath them, with not even a lick of a smile in sight.

It was rare for Octavius to feel anything for his clients. Probably because they wanted to keep him at arm’s length, more often than not, rather than delving into the nitty gritty of it all; it made it easier to keep himself emotionally separated, logic yanking the reins and keeping him steady. The fire that Leon used to drive himself, however—that elicited something within. What that something was, he wasn’t quite certain, but he knew it along the lines of …

Inspiration.

“You know the Kings of Galar?”  he asked, the question completely out of the blue. They’d been sitting in relative silence for the past dozen or so minutes.  “The—Ancient Kings of Galar, I mean. Those ones from a couple thousand years back.”  It pained him to phrase it like that. “My family has—supposedly—connections to them. We used to travel to their catacombs on the anniversary of their deaths. Nowadays, their tombs are locked away by historians, but I … snuck in, recently. Fuck them historians.”

Octavius smirked loosely.

“Anyways, when I looked at them, all those years ago, as a kid … they had the most stupid fuckin’ amount of jewellery and gold on them. Like, their, uh, bones used to have gems and gold and silver embedded into them. It was insane. I remember thinking, wow, these bitch ass kings were loaded and now they’re hogging all this shit to themselves? Greedy bastards. But,”  he sighed, smirk diluting,  “now, graverobbers got ‘em. They’ve been mostly stripped clean. Even their sarcophagus jewels have been pried off.”

He didn’t know why he was saying this. It just came to mind.

“… Hey, we’re nearing Hammerlocke, by the way.”

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

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commission for my good friend, echo, of her character: scarlet ( @vermillionvisions ) !