Fruits, Clocks and Gears

Indie Multimuse OC RP blog for an original Deep Sea Prisoner/Funamusea/Okegom world that the mun created with friends. Check the Muses and About pages for more info~!

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Starter Call

Hit the heart for a starter with any of my muses! You can pick which one if you want, or I’ll just choose at random!

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Starter Call

Hit the heart for a starter with any of my muses! You can pick which one if you want, or I’ll just choose at random!

[fruitsandsteampunk]

Starter Call

Hit the heart for a starter with any of my muses! You can pick which one if you want, or I’ll just choose at random!

[fruitsandsteampunk]

//whoops basically forgot about this bloG BUT I FEEL BAD FOR NEGLECTING IT SO I WANT TO RESUME ACTIVITY HERE SORRY-

Hit the heart for a starter, gonna try to reply to old replies as well, but no promises sorry!

[fruitsandsteampunk]

//whoops basically forgot about this bloG BUT I FEEL BAD FOR NEGLECTING IT SO I WANT TO RESUME ACTIVITY HERE SORRY-

Hit the heart for a starter, gonna try to reply to old replies as well, but no promises sorry!

[fruitsandsteampunk]

//whoops basically forgot about this bloG BUT I FEEL BAD FOR NEGLECTING IT SO I WANT TO RESUME ACTIVITY HERE SORRY-

Hit the heart for a starter, gonna try to reply to old replies as well, but no promises sorry!

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“That’s good to hear.” The feline had a relieved smile on her face. If she upset the angel too badly, she had no chance of playing with her hair. Also, there was the fact that she hadn’t wanted to cause her any serious harm.

“Yes! Yes it is. My name is Ater and I come from the Gray Garden. Have you heard of it? You live here, right?” A fairly obvious question, but Ater noticed that the angel’s appearance didn’t match the aesthetic of the world very well. Maybe this was her first time too.

“Um....Y-yes....” Peaches twiddled her fingers a bit, still visibly nervous at the newcomer, but slowly warming up to her.

“M-my name is Peaches...I-I’m an angel....”

While the angel did live in this world, her drastically different appearance was because though this world was her home now, it wasn’t the place she came from originally.

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While, sure, he could smell the blood in the water, the electricity conducted in the demon’s fight was what drew him over. Of course Samekichi wouldn’t come to glean the leftovers– not his style– but check what had even caused a disturbance in his home in the first place. Was it his twin–?

No.

Those horns… A demon? The Great White paused, eyes narrowing at the stranger with a frown. “Who are you?”

The fight had just finished when the shark familiar came into view. Steam kept his hand on his guns, raising an eyebrow.

“I should be asking that. ...But if you must know, I’m Steam. A demon, in case the horns didn’t make it obvious.” He shrugged, glancing at the defeated enemies on the ocean floor before returning his gaze to the familiar.

“Sure hope these weren’t friends of yours.”

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First time making one of these kinds of posts but LIKE/REBLOG if you’re interested in RPing with a DSP-worlds-esque Steampunk World Multimuse OC blog and stuff.

Features an expressionless angel, a laid back demon, two trouble making angel twins, a demon who owns a restaurant, an angel with incredibly poofy and curly hair, and a smol demon who likes to build things.

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//whoops basically forgot about this bloG BUT I FEEL BAD FOR NEGLECTING IT SO I WANT TO RESUME ACTIVITY HERE SORRY-

Hit the heart for a starter, gonna try to reply to old replies as well, but no promises sorry!

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Punishment Symbol Prompts

Send me a symbol for your muse to inflict one of these methods of pain, neglect, or suffering. Trigger warnings ahead for … basically, all kinds of unpleasant manipulation, torture, and such. Feel free to make suggestions for a possible part two!

🔒 Lock my muse up in a small cage or a cell

🤢 Force my muse to eat or drink something disgusting/something they hate.

🖊 Write something insulting on my muse’s body, and make them wear it there all day

💀 Starve my muse (or for supernatural muses, deprive them of feedings).

👄Feed on my muse or harvest blood/energy/etc from them (if the sender has a supernatural muse)

⛓  Tie my muse up with chains against a wall.

👂 Torture my muse with insults, cruel words, and verbal threats

🎀 Use ropes to tie up my muse to any surface.

 ❄ Torture my muse with intense cold

 ☀ Torture my muse with intense heat

🥈(for supernatural muses) Press or threaten to press silver/iron against my muse’s body to hurt them

🔪Make cuts or punctures on my muse’s body

📷Photograph or videotape my muse being injured or tortured however you see fit

🛁Submerge my muse in water (of any temperature) with the possibility of drowning them

⭕ (for supernatural muses) Make a ring or seal around my muse so they cannot escape.

💔Drain my muse’s blood (a bit or a lot)

😴Force my muse to stay awake when they’re very tired

🥊Throw punches at my muse while they are cuffed or tied up and cannot fight back

💡 Check up on my muse after leaving them alone in the dark, in silence, for hours or even days

😫Threaten and frighten my muse with things that scare them

🔮Use magic to bind my muse, hypnotize them, or make them a slave

🔥Burn my muse with candles, wax, matches, or a lighter flame held near the skin.

🚬Press a burned cigarette end onto my muse’s skin

📌Shove needles or pins into my muse

☕Throw scalding liquid on my muse.

and as a bonus…

🗡Give my muse the option to face up to three tortures on this list, or else they have to hurt someone they love

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Send ⛓ to capture my muse

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“Yeah! It looks fun to play with. So can I?” Ater asked again. It was only after the demon responded that she noticed how nervous the angel seemed. Her smile fell slightly and she backed off, giving the angel more room. Sometimes she forgot that anyone outside the Gray Garden wouldn’t be familiar with her feline attributes.

“I promise I won’t do anything to ruin it, if you’re worried about that.” The cat suddenly paused, as if something just occurred to her.

“Oh, wait. You’re not hurt from when I made you fall, right? I’m really sorry about that. I just couldn’t take my eyes off the scenery. Your world looks very strange, but interesting too! ”

“U-um....” The angel fidgets a bit at the sudden realization from the other.

“I-it’s fine....I-I’m not hurt...” She manages to finally say after a bit of hesitation. She then takes the chance to get a good look at the stranger. They seemed to be new to this world, perhaps a visitor..?

“Um...Is...this...y-your first time here, p-perhaps..?”

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➹ pollution— gross. grora can’t hardly stand the thought of a world without fresh air. isn’t that a basic necessity ?? she cocks an eyebrow at him, confusion written upon her features.

“ uh. that’s kind of— nasty. does your god not take care of that ?? “ she asks, making a mental note to kick etihw’s ass if they ever let the Gray Garden become polluted.

she looks up at the oncoming orchard, then towards steam. she’d be sure to keep an eye on him.. don’t need any pollution in their world. it was full of beautiful natural scenes. if any smog formed in them, grora would be pissed.

Steam shrugged slightly.

“I mean, the pollution isn’t everywhere. It’s just inevitable in a world like mine. We do what we can to control it, but it’s still there.”

Especially in the lower classed areas of the world, but he decided to refrain from mentioning that part.

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    𝓣he city itself seemed pretty calm from the outside and even from outer regions, but the moment anybody stepped into the Main Square, it was a mad house, an absolute nightmare to just be in. People were bustling, moving together in a formulaic pattern that was alien to most to get to the places they needed to be, and everyone was talking, rather loudly, and on top of THAT, it was just plain crowded. The Land of Sun was a painfully busy land, full of business, markets, and sometimes even festivals all gathering to get a quick buck from curious residents. Just slipping into flow of people would be difficult, as you would either be outright deflected, or be juggled between people by constantly running into each other.  

𝓣hankfully, for this angel, while not quite what she was looking for, another kind being was around, something that had seemed almost as gentle and approachable, but with an aura of elegance that just seemed to surround her. Igls, having felt the foreign magic in the air on her skin, carefully followed and then approached the other, keeping a respectable and safe distance. She rested her hands to her sides and tried to make sure she was within her range of sight, though Igls wasn’t really aware if the stranger could see her or not. Oh, the tragedy of being blind!

    “𝓤h, excuse me, miss?” 𝓗er voice was soft and frail, but still supported polite confidence behind it by being audible and fluent, even against the many murmurs of many crowds. “𝓨ou don’t seem to belong here. Do you have business with this world right now? Don’t be alarmed, though. It’s okay if you don’t, rather it’d be because you’re lost or that you’re just exploring. It’s just part of my job here to help keep track of what comes into our world, and what goes out, including people. And of course, if you need assistance, you can always ask me. This place is my native home, I know it like the back of my own hand.”

The bustling and busy nature of the place Peaches was currently at was intimidating, to say the least. Being someone who rarely socialized with others due to near debilitating shyness, she often kept to herself and preferred quiet places.

The angel was very lost, needless to say.

However, the sudden voice made her jump slightly, a bit amazed she could even hear the other in such a crowd.

“A-ah..!” She squeaks in surprise as she turned to the source of the voice. In front of her was another angel, it seemed, and someone who she hoped was friendly, though she assumed so with the way the other was speaking.

“I-I’m...a little...both...M-my older s-sister sent me h-here to gather i-ingredients for her r-restaurant b-but I have no i-idea where to g-go or who to e-even talk to...” Her voice was timid, quiet, uncertain, the exact opposite of the other angel in front of her.

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She had a feeling that was the case. An uncommon, but not unheard of, occurrence.

“Well, as I said, this is Mindscape, the capital city of the Dreaming World.” Vivi smiled, then curtsied. “My name is Vivi. If you need to know anything of this world, ask away.”

Of course, any big questions would have to be answered by the God and Devil, but she’d still do her best.

Clockwork was silent at first, taking in the other’s words as she glanced around at her surroundings once again.

“...I see...I suppose I would like to know what this world is like in general...You said it’s called the Dreaming World..? May I ask what that means?”

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The question had the android’s footsteps slow to a stop, surprise flickering onto his face. No one, in all the time he’d encountered people from a new realm, quite had addressed him like that. “Friend, I would hope.” What a way to start a conversation.

It was understandable, though. His home was quiet, mute, like the murmur of the public had been replaced with the kind of silence that made the ears ring in hopes of hearing something new. If Ziel had a choice in the matter, he would have preferred the City to have that hubbub of sound like his old home had. This quiescence always made him shudder every time he walked his own streets.

“Um… I don’t mean to impose, but… What are you doing here?”

Noticing the other’s tension at the sudden question, Steam let himself relax ever so slightly, his hands retreating into his pockets as he leaned back a bit against a wall.

“Friend huh? Good.” At the other’s question, he shrugged slightly. Really, there was no particular reason why he came to this strange world aside from boredom.

“Eh, I was getting a bit tired of my own world so I decided to pick a random world and head there. You think you could tell me a bit about this place?”