♰ 𓏼 Mimsy ◞

Mim 〃 17 y/o 〃 Any pronouns, I prefer he/him but I don’t really care 〃 Diasomnia 〃 Buy my silence: 50 thaumarks on CashApp to shut up for an hour 🩷

[gruesome-and-grim]

Zim-zaberim-bim! ๋࣭ ⭑

Yes, hello, greetings; salutations, even. I know what everyone’s thinking: oh my Seven, not this guy, he sucks!

To that, I say: wow, how rude and brash, but not incorrect. I do suck.

You might know me from such stunts as that one time I got arrested. And that other time I cursed about half of the student body. And that other time where I won the equestrian nationals as a horse. And that other time where I stole the Dark Mirror and held it hostage until Diasomnia got air conditioning. For the record, I’m not sorry and I would do it again.

Mimsy, 17, any pronouns IDGAF. In fact I use whatever pronouns you use, your gender is my gender. I’m only on socials because I think it’s really funny to watch people freak out and not be involved in the mess at all. It’s like a soap opera with people I know. So every time you do something dumb on the internet just remember I’m watching. Except when I’m at Equesterian meets because then I’m a horse and cannot hold a phone for obvious reasons. Love you guys, XOXO kisses hugs and such.

Ambrose if you’re reading this you still owe me 100 thaumarks, I won that duel and you broke the rules first. LOSER!

The mod behind the curtain ๋࣭ ⭑

About Me

Hiya! I’m Parker. I made yet another roleplay account because I always have a lot of fun making them and this community makes me feel really welcome! My main is @pushingpesticides. My other OC accounts are @transmogrificationcentral and @lagattacenerentola respectively. I use he/him pronouns and I love interaction! Please send asks, posts, tag me in things! I love playing my characters and I love roleplaying with other people. You guys rock!

Rules

Character and mod are both 18, but I would prefer that asks be suggestive at most. No suggestive asks from minors, please.

Be respectful.

No xenosatanists, radqueers, bigots of any kind, and no Trump supporters.

Character is generally an asshole, be as mean as you want to him, but please be polite if you’re addressing me specifically.

Important Character Information

The character profile is officially posted! You can find it here!

Mimsy uses plant nicknames for people at the school, a list of which can be found here!

Tag Navigation

Tags used when doing various Tumblr things in character are the following:

Posting independently – ★ ⋮ magnificent, marvelous, mad 🍬 ⸝⸝

Answering – ★ ⋮ that’s nothing for me! 🍬 ⸝⸝

Reblogging – ★ ⋮ i hope it’s serious 🍬 ⸝⸝

Interaction thread – ★ ⋮ i hate, hate, hate, HAAATE…! 🍬 ⸝⸝

Mod tags are the following:

Posting: ꒰ 𖦹﹕ blow me to bermuda! 🍡 ꒱

Answering: ꒰ 𖦹﹕ lots of spirit 🍡 ꒱

Reblogging: ꒰ 𖦹﹕ one big modern mess! 🍡 ꒱

Credits

Hot pink divider: @tired-enby-thats-obsessed

1-800 divider: @strangergraphics

Disco ball divider: @strangergraphics

Userboxes: Posted to Pinterest, accounts not attached to any of the images

[gruesome-and-grim]

My pet rock died. Funeral whenever. Perhaps tomorrow morning? Anyway, rip My Pet Rock, who I never named. You were a rock of all time. In unrelated news, if your name is Epel Felmier I am going to get you and there’s nothing that can stop me either physically or magically. THAT WAS MY PET ROCK.

[livingbolt-zigvolt]

entry :: 30

SAMS HAIR GEL IS NOT 'IN STOCK NOW'. MY HAIR IS RUINED, I CAN BARELY SEE WITH THIS HAIR IN FRONT OF MY EYES. im cutting it. I am so close to cutting my hair bald.

[gruesome-and-grim]

I can help with that. :)

[livingbolt-zigvolt]

entry :: 29

Now with my hair down, some of my hair has been bothering my line of sight for quite a bit.

maybe I should get a buzzcut.

[gruesome-and-grim]

Not only should you get a buzz cut, I will help you. It’s a great idea and I think you could pull it off. I keep an electric razor in my bag for situations exactly like this one! 🤞

[gruesome-and-grim]

I’m bored. Who should I hex? I have a list of my top choices currently:

Azul

Crowley

Crowley again

Crowley a third time

My cousin Ambrose

That stupid guy with the dumb haircut and the bells

That other guy with the dumb haircut

Crowley a fourth time

But maybe there are other people who need hexing that I don’t even know about. I take requests!

[hidden-inthe-briars]

(open rp)

He was sitting in the ramshackle lawn, and his dorm uniform jacket was laid beneath him. He had a small tray of paint, holding an array of green hues.

Astanalan hummed a melody and dipped the paintbrush into a particularly vibrant shade, and began painting the dead branches of a thorn bush green.

The thorns may be dead, but they were still sharp as ever. He got a few stuck in his thumb pad and wrist, but continued on to finish the branch before plucking them out.

“No, that won’t do….” He sighed, looking at the drops of blood now infecting some of the paint. He mixed it in to see how it would blend, and it turned to a shade he quite liked. He smiled to himself and continued to paint with his new little concoction.

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Once that dries into the bark it’s going to look very odd,” Mimsy poofed into existence right beside Astanalan, casually picking up one of the thorns and twirling it between his fingers. He stuffed it in one of the cargo pockets he sewed onto his Diasomnia uniform pants. “More brown than green. Blood always dries horribly. Unless you plan to use more coats?”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

“oh, hello there! Yes, I will definitely do more layers of the other shades over this. I thought it would just be fun to try it out ~ I might leave the thorns this dark color, but brighten up the branches themselves. I was it to look a tad unnatural, but I don’t want to make it an eyesore.” He explained, keeping his eyes on his work.

“would you like to join me?” He shifted and grabbed one of his extra brushes and offered it.

“what is your name, by the way? I’ve seen you before in the common rooms but I don’t think we’ve spoken.”

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Oh. Well. If you insist,” he blustered, puffing up his chest and taking the brush. With a flourish and a flick of hair so muddled with flyaways it looked like living static, he proclaimed: “You, my dearest friend, are in the presence of the magnificent, marvelous, mad Master Mimsy Spellcraft. Release your oohs and your ahhs! Please, I get enough attention as it is,” Mimsy lamented, lackadaisically painting over the thorn bush and then slightly intensifying his efforts when he realized that Astanalan was actually taking this business seriously , “All I want to do is help out, truly. No pictures!”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

“heheh, well hello, Master Mimsy Spellcraft! Thank you for helping out. Are you sure I couldn’t get just an autograph?” He spoke with a smile.

“I totally get it, though. Audiences are my worst nightmare.” Asta continued. The paint dried in quite an unseemly way, as expected. It was alright, though, nothing too horrible.

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I suppose I could give you an autograph once I’m done helping you,” Mimsy mused, gripping one of the thorny branches by the tip to pull down and paint over it, “Though honestly, I’m just giving you a hard time. The only real audience I get are people I… don’t exactly make happy. Which I suppose is even more of a nightmare. Unless you like that sort of thing?”

He let go of the branch and barely blinked as one of the thorns caught in the back of his hand, shaking it out of his flesh and continuing to paint.

“You never know,” he added, “That’s the only reason I ask.”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

“Oh, no, that does sound much worse. I’m sorry about that, Mimsy.” He told him, his voice gentler.

“well, while you’re here you won’t have an audience like that! I, for one, am please to meet you.” He declared.

“where did I put the pain tube…” he began searching the grass around him for the item, “there it is! Now… should we add another cost, or keep it as-is? I kind of like this odd look.”

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Oh, it’s no trouble, I quite like it. But anyways, I, too, am very pleased to meet you. As for the bush… hmm… hmm-hmm-hmm.” Mimsy tilted his head every which way and circled the bush a few times. He pursed his lips and grabbed up a branch, avoiding the thorns. “I suppose if you like it then I like it too! Less work for me.”

[the-ultimategamer360]

I could beat you in a FPS

– @gruesome-and-grim

PAAH LET ME SEE YOU TRY KITTY

[gruesome-and-grim]

Bet milkwort xoxoxo 10 thaumarks I win

[the-ultimategamer360]

Bet

[gruesome-and-grim]

I LOST because this little SHIT uses HAX AND VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE!!!!!!!!

[the-ultimategamer360]

I could beat you in a FPS

– @gruesome-and-grim

PAAH LET ME SEE YOU TRY KITTY

[gruesome-and-grim]

Bet milkwort xoxoxo 10 thaumarks I win

[hidden-inthe-briars]

(open rp)

He was sitting in the ramshackle lawn, and his dorm uniform jacket was laid beneath him. He had a small tray of paint, holding an array of green hues.

Astanalan hummed a melody and dipped the paintbrush into a particularly vibrant shade, and began painting the dead branches of a thorn bush green.

The thorns may be dead, but they were still sharp as ever. He got a few stuck in his thumb pad and wrist, but continued on to finish the branch before plucking them out.

“No, that won’t do….” He sighed, looking at the drops of blood now infecting some of the paint. He mixed it in to see how it would blend, and it turned to a shade he quite liked. He smiled to himself and continued to paint with his new little concoction.

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Once that dries into the bark it’s going to look very odd,” Mimsy poofed into existence right beside Astanalan, casually picking up one of the thorns and twirling it between his fingers. He stuffed it in one of the cargo pockets he sewed onto his Diasomnia uniform pants. “More brown than green. Blood always dries horribly. Unless you plan to use more coats?”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

“oh, hello there! Yes, I will definitely do more layers of the other shades over this. I thought it would just be fun to try it out ~ I might leave the thorns this dark color, but brighten up the branches themselves. I was it to look a tad unnatural, but I don’t want to make it an eyesore.” He explained, keeping his eyes on his work.

“would you like to join me?” He shifted and grabbed one of his extra brushes and offered it.

“what is your name, by the way? I’ve seen you before in the common rooms but I don’t think we’ve spoken.”

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Oh. Well. If you insist,” he blustered, puffing up his chest and taking the brush. With a flourish and a flick of hair so muddled with flyaways it looked like living static, he proclaimed: “You, my dearest friend, are in the presence of the magnificent, marvelous, mad Master Mimsy Spellcraft. Release your oohs and your ahhs! Please, I get enough attention as it is,” Mimsy lamented, lackadaisically painting over the thorn bush and then slightly intensifying his efforts when he realized that Astanalan was actually taking this business seriously , “All I want to do is help out, truly. No pictures!”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

“heheh, well hello, Master Mimsy Spellcraft! Thank you for helping out. Are you sure I couldn’t get just an autograph?” He spoke with a smile.

“I totally get it, though. Audiences are my worst nightmare.” Asta continued. The paint dried in quite an unseemly way, as expected. It was alright, though, nothing too horrible.

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I suppose I could give you an autograph once I’m done helping you,” Mimsy mused, gripping one of the thorny branches by the tip to pull down and paint over it, “Though honestly, I’m just giving you a hard time. The only real audience I get are people I… don’t exactly make happy. Which I suppose is even more of a nightmare. Unless you like that sort of thing?”

He let go of the branch and barely blinked as one of the thorns caught in the back of his hand, shaking it out of his flesh and continuing to paint.

“You never know,” he added, “That’s the only reason I ask.”

[gruesome-and-grim]

Glossary of Mimsy’s Nicknames ๋࣭ ⭑

So. I really, really like the gimmick that TWST does with Floyd Leech where he names people after fish and sea creatures. And I always wanted to use something similar, but never had a character where that felt like it fit!

Enter Mimsy, whose whole thing is shapeshifting and adapting outside sources to his own personality, and suddenly it’s like whoaaa, I can finally do that. But I’m autistic and detail-oriented so it’s evolved into me using plant symbolism because plants and witches have a long history of being intertwined. This is a decently helpful guide for both me and anyone interacting because this is the stuff he’s going to use to refer to people without naming them!

Diasomnia

Malleus 🦎 – Heather: Solitude

Lilia 🦇 – Ragged-robin: Wit

Silver 🗡️ – Edelweiss: Chivalrous devotion and high courage

Sebek ⚡️ – Ailanthus: Lofty aspirations

Heartslabyul

Riddle 🌹 – Barberry: Sourness of temper

Trey ♣️ – Daphne: Sweets to the sweet

Cater ♦️ – Sainfoin: Irritation

Deuce ♠️ – Protea: Courage, transformation

Ace ♥️ – Larch: Audacity, boldness

Ignihyde

Idia 💀 – Milkwort: Hermitage

Ortho 🤖 – Peppermint: Warmth of feeling

Octavinelle

Azul 🐙 – Walnut: Intellect and strategy

Floyd 🦈 – Begonia: Beware, a fanciful nature

Jade 🐬 – Magnolia: Perseverance, love of nature

Pomefiore

Vil 👑 – Enchanter’s Nightshade: Spells, witchcraft, and sorcery

Rook 🏹 – Calla Lily: Magnificence and beauty

Epel 🍎 – Flower-of-an-Hour: Delicate beauty

Savanaclaw

Leona 🦁 – Fig Marigold: Idleness

Ruggie 🍩 – Lupine: Voraciousness

Jack 🐺 – Dogwood: Honesty, true nobility

Scarabia

Kalim 🦦 – Spindle Tree: Your image is engraved on my heart

Jamil 🐍 – Rhododendron – Danger, I am dangerous

Staff

Crowley 🐦‍⬛ – Venus Flytrap: Deceit

Vargas 🏆 – Liverwort: Confidence

Trein 🐈‍⬛ – Ox-eye Daisy: Patience

Crewel 🐩 – Narcissus: Self-love and egotism

I’ll probably add some more nicknames later, maybe for RSA students or OCs! If you have a character you want him to give a nickname, just comment and I’ll come up with something, then add it to the post.

[moray-eel-2]

"Who wants to watch the Octonauts with me?"

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Meee. :3”

[moray-eel-2]

"Yay!! Lets watch!!"

Floyd grabs Mimsy by the arm and began dragging him away

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I don’t know what it’s about,” Mimsy admitted while following along (is it “following” if you’re being dragged?). “But I like trying new things. Is it a sea creature thing or what?”

[moray-eel-2]

"Its a kids show that teaches you about fish!"

Floyd led Mimsy to the VIP room, ignoring Azuls protests

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I love learning about fish! And kids shows! And doing stuff I’m not supposed to do!” Mimsy grinned and followed happily after Floyd, also ignoring Azul’s protests. “This is the best!”

[moray-eel-2]

"Yeah! This is already a lot of fun, Mimic Octopus*!!"

[*OOC: I was reading through Mimsys info and I thought Mimic Octopus would be fitting!! If that isnt or you already have a nickname that Floyd would call Mimsy, please lmk!! ^^]

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Aw. Is that my nickname? That’s so sweet. I agree, I’m having a great time with you, uh… shit, you need a nickname too. Begonia*! Now,” Mimsy slightly pursed his lips and tilted his head, “Is this an episodic sort of thing? Do you need to start me off from the first season, or…?”

OOC: Absolutely perfect nickname and lowkey made me giggle because it’s correct :) He is in fact a slimy and squiggly mimic dude, I never would have thought of that

*OOC: In flower symbolism begonias represent fancifulness and “beware”! I should probably make a list of the plant nicknames he uses now that I think about it

[moray-eel-2]

"Nah, it doesn't really matter unless your picky about stuff like that. I think you'll like this episode though"

*For plot convenience, the VIP room now has a TV🥹*

Floyd scrolled through the episodes and turned on "Octonauts and the Mimic Octopus"

[OOC: I LOVE THAT NAME FOR FLOYD SMM!!! ^^ Also it was very surprising when I found out about this episode because it features both a Moray Eel and a Mimic Octopus :D]

[OOC pt.2: Also, also, would it be okay for me to add Mimsy on to the tag list? Its completely fine if not!! Ive been meaning to make tags for each of the characters so ^^]

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Oh, my, how thematic,” Mimsy folded his legs in front of his chest and sat down, big ol’ eyes zeroing in on the TV, “It’s just like us. It’s— look, look,” he points at the screen, “It’s us.”

OOC: That’s an incredible coincidence LMAO. As for your question, adding him to the tag list would be totally fine! I love that! :D

[moray-eel-2]

"Who wants to watch the Octonauts with me?"

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Meee. :3”

[moray-eel-2]

"Yay!! Lets watch!!"

Floyd grabs Mimsy by the arm and began dragging him away

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I don’t know what it’s about,” Mimsy admitted while following along (is it “following” if you’re being dragged?). “But I like trying new things. Is it a sea creature thing or what?”

[moray-eel-2]

"Its a kids show that teaches you about fish!"

Floyd led Mimsy to the VIP room, ignoring Azuls protests

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I love learning about fish! And kids shows! And doing stuff I’m not supposed to do!” Mimsy grinned and followed happily after Floyd, also ignoring Azul’s protests. “This is the best!”

[moray-eel-2]

"Yeah! This is already a lot of fun, Mimic Octopus*!!"

[*OOC: I was reading through Mimsys info and I thought Mimic Octopus would be fitting!! If that isnt or you already have a nickname that Floyd would call Mimsy, please lmk!! ^^]

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Aw. Is that my nickname? That’s so sweet. I agree, I’m having a great time with you, uh… shit, you need a nickname too. Begonia*! Now,” Mimsy slightly pursed his lips and tilted his head, “Is this an episodic sort of thing? Do you need to start me off from the first season, or…?”

OOC: Absolutely perfect nickname and lowkey made me giggle because it’s correct :) He is in fact a slimy and squiggly mimic dude, I never would have thought of that

*OOC: In flower symbolism begonias represent fancifulness and “beware”! I should probably make a list of the plant nicknames he uses now that I think about it

[moray-eel-2]

"Who wants to watch the Octonauts with me?"

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Meee. :3”

[moray-eel-2]

"Yay!! Lets watch!!"

Floyd grabs Mimsy by the arm and began dragging him away

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I don’t know what it’s about,” Mimsy admitted while following along (is it “following” if you’re being dragged?). “But I like trying new things. Is it a sea creature thing or what?”

[moray-eel-2]

"Its a kids show that teaches you about fish!"

Floyd led Mimsy to the VIP room, ignoring Azuls protests

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I love learning about fish! And kids shows! And doing stuff I’m not supposed to do!” Mimsy grinned and followed happily after Floyd, also ignoring Azul’s protests. “This is the best!”

[moray-eel-2]

"Who wants to watch the Octonauts with me?"

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Meee. :3”

[moray-eel-2]

"Yay!! Lets watch!!"

Floyd grabs Mimsy by the arm and began dragging him away

[gruesome-and-grim]

“I don’t know what it’s about,” Mimsy admitted while following along (is it “following” if you’re being dragged?). “But I like trying new things. Is it a sea creature thing or what?”

[moray-eel-2]

"Who wants to watch the Octonauts with me?"

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Meee. :3”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

(open rp)

He was sitting in the ramshackle lawn, and his dorm uniform jacket was laid beneath him. He had a small tray of paint, holding an array of green hues.

Astanalan hummed a melody and dipped the paintbrush into a particularly vibrant shade, and began painting the dead branches of a thorn bush green.

The thorns may be dead, but they were still sharp as ever. He got a few stuck in his thumb pad and wrist, but continued on to finish the branch before plucking them out.

“No, that won’t do….” He sighed, looking at the drops of blood now infecting some of the paint. He mixed it in to see how it would blend, and it turned to a shade he quite liked. He smiled to himself and continued to paint with his new little concoction.

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Once that dries into the bark it’s going to look very odd,” Mimsy poofed into existence right beside Astanalan, casually picking up one of the thorns and twirling it between his fingers. He stuffed it in one of the cargo pockets he sewed onto his Diasomnia uniform pants. “More brown than green. Blood always dries horribly. Unless you plan to use more coats?”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

“oh, hello there! Yes, I will definitely do more layers of the other shades over this. I thought it would just be fun to try it out ~ I might leave the thorns this dark color, but brighten up the branches themselves. I was it to look a tad unnatural, but I don’t want to make it an eyesore.” He explained, keeping his eyes on his work.

“would you like to join me?” He shifted and grabbed one of his extra brushes and offered it.

“what is your name, by the way? I’ve seen you before in the common rooms but I don’t think we’ve spoken.”

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Oh. Well. If you insist,” he blustered, puffing up his chest and taking the brush. With a flourish and a flick of hair so muddled with flyaways it looked like living static, he proclaimed: “You, my dearest friend, are in the presence of the magnificent, marvelous, mad Master Mimsy Spellcraft. Release your oohs and your ahhs! Please, I get enough attention as it is,” Mimsy lamented, lackadaisically painting over the thorn bush and then slightly intensifying his efforts when he realized that Astanalan was actually taking this business seriously , “All I want to do is help out, truly. No pictures!”

[hidden-inthe-briars]

(open rp)

He was sitting in the ramshackle lawn, and his dorm uniform jacket was laid beneath him. He had a small tray of paint, holding an array of green hues.

Astanalan hummed a melody and dipped the paintbrush into a particularly vibrant shade, and began painting the dead branches of a thorn bush green.

The thorns may be dead, but they were still sharp as ever. He got a few stuck in his thumb pad and wrist, but continued on to finish the branch before plucking them out.

“No, that won’t do….” He sighed, looking at the drops of blood now infecting some of the paint. He mixed it in to see how it would blend, and it turned to a shade he quite liked. He smiled to himself and continued to paint with his new little concoction.

[gruesome-and-grim]

“Once that dries into the bark it’s going to look very odd,” Mimsy poofed into existence right beside Astanalan, casually picking up one of the thorns and twirling it between his fingers. He stuffed it in one of the cargo pockets he sewed onto his Diasomnia uniform pants. “More brown than green. Blood always dries horribly. Unless you plan to use more coats?”