" Sup. Not gonna be saying too much here, but uh...hi. I'm Fender. If you heard someone call me Electric Guitar, no you didn't "
" I hope you guys don't mind me being over here. "
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Hi! I'm Crims, the admin of this account. Both the character and I go by she/her
I. Like. Roleplay. PLEASE. ROLEPLAY. WITH ME. (/silly /notforcing)
both silly and serious roleplays are fine by me! I mean, this is a very silly character.
Askbox, tags, and DMs are open!
don't ask why this is a rockstar/engineer who basically dresses like an airplane pilot. I don't know why I made her like that either
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For those who don't know, Fender is a 4'11" (I know, very short), 25 year old Inphernal who, if not depicted with her signature firey jacket, will always be seen wearing those cursed/goofy graphic tees.
Her name (or i guess alias, technically preferred name but she still gotta sign legal docs with Electric Guitar) is based off of the music brand Fender, since her gear is an electric guitar. Despite this, she doesn't actually use her guitar outside of phights. Instead, she mainly spends her free time making weird machines with electronics and coding and stuff. That, or modifying/customizing previously existing machines to her liking.
I will sometimes switch between depicting her as a normal inphernal and an inphernal with axolotl features. It really depends on my mood. If I feel like i should draw her as that, I will. If i wanna draw her as a normal inphernal instead, I will.
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Text Indicators
- " dialogue " (will use small text when depicting whispering, murmuring, any sort of quiet voice, really. It just depends on the situation.)
- thoughts
- [actions]
- out of character
(sometimes I will use different colors outside of these for labeling other characters.)
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rules and stuff
1. No NSFW or explicitly suggestive stuff. Violence and romance itself fine if with consent.
2. This account may have some possible dark themes. I'll try to warn/tag it when necessary, but I'm not entirely sure how this app works, so let me know if i slip up
3. Just follow Tumblr's rules and stuff.
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✨The Tags✨
"hi it's me fender" == general in-character post
"Warming up..." == Roleplay start
"Making some noise!" == Roleplay
"Chat where am i" == Crossover roleplay or post
"hi it's me crims" == out-of-character post
"Who turned the lights out" == Content Warning. (Will be put if any sort of dark or scary themes are expressed. Not sure what they would be, but if i feel it necessary, i will put this tag.) (haha get it? lights out? Cause it's dark? ... that's a terrible joke I'm sorry)
I don't know what I'm getting myself into with this, nor do i have any idea what I'm doing-
[It's a nice day out. Well, it's hot out, but it wasn't unbearably hot, and the sun was just covered enough by clouds that it wasn't bright...]
[...and Fender was...Wait, what the hell was Fender doing?]
[Surprisingly, not anything crazy. She was just walking around Crossroads, looking for some place to stop at since the coffee shop a block away from her apartment had closed for renovations.]
Skateboard's doing what he usually does, just in a new place. A nice change of scenery could do some good! I mean, Playground's great, but you've got less of a chance of stepping on a rusty nail in Crossroads...
He spots someone up ahead, arching a brow. He'd recognize that fashion style anywhere... that's another Playgrounder! Nice.
He sticks his foot out, slowing down enough so he can hop off his board, stopping next to Fender.
"Heyyy. You're from Playground, right? Nice threads."
Waaait... she does look kinds familiar... He squints, trying to pinpoint where he's sen her before...
"Hey, you do Phights, right? Think I recognize you from one of 'em... Name's Skateboard! Though, uhhh... you might already know that if you're from where I'm from..."
" Used to. Haven't done it in a while. 'Specially since I've been preoccupied with other stuff in life . "
[She just kinda looked up at the sky for a few seconds, then turned her attention back towards Skateboard.]
" ... I should get back into that. It'd be pretty nice... and I've been meaning to get some friends that aren't just my neighbors and the barista at the coffee shop I regularly visit. "
"Oh, for real? You're lucky you ran into me, then! I know all the best spots in town... My bud Sling's the owner of Thieves Rest and that place has some preeetty killer eats."
He places his hands behind his head, similar to what Fender's doing.
"Could be fun to drop in and say whats up to him... maybe snag a cupcake or two. Besides, I was gettin' kinda bored just skating around in circles all day!"
" Huh. Yeah man, that'd be awesome! ...Never actually been there before, so I'm just gonna have to take to take your word for it. "
[She looked back up at the sky, this time stopping there rather than turning back towards Skateboard. There was definitely something on her mind. Something she wanted to say, but didn't know if this was the right time and place for it.]
"Hey, no problem! I kinda get spacey too when I'm hungry... What went down, if you don't mind me askin'?"
He hops on his board, getting a quick burst of speed and pulling off ahead before turning sharply. He circles Fender while still continuing in the direction he wanted to go.
[She looked kind of amazed at what Skate was doing, circling around her while still following her, but quickly snapped out of that and continued walking with him ..either escorting her there or following her, she couldn't really tell.]
" Alright, anyways, for a bit of context, my apartment had one of those old landline phones when i moved in a few years ago. Y'know, the one with the box that has the keypad and stuff. Never unplugged it, since I didn't expect someone to call that phone. "
" So, uh... somebody actually called that phone. "
" I pick it up, thinking "Oh, probably a wrong number situation, or a scammer I can mess with." Nope. It was someone I could only assume to be a member of that True Eye place. "
" I wondered if it was the member that one of my neighbors had warned me about, to i pretty much took a guess at their name. They actually thought I recognized them, then proceeded to...in a sense, deadname me? I guess? I've been called Fender for so long that it was jarring being referred to as my other name. They probably did that knowing that it'd get a reaction since they only did it once... I think they said they wanted to be friends with me? Wanted me to get them tickets to see the next Flipside concert but can't get it themselves because they're wanted? I didn't wanna say yes, but I was scared to say no, so i said "I'll think about it" and never called them back. "
" ... Oh, and they said that I wasn't really from Playground or something right as the call started, which was a very weird thing to point out, I don't know why they said that. "
" ...So yeah. That's what's been plaguing my mind for days now. "
" Emphasis on the if... I haven't seen them when they're not aware of something happening. Not to mention, most, if not all, have that same... sort of angry 'expression'...if you can even call it that."
" ...This one doesn't talk the same way I've seen other Biografts talk... Maybe a small bug in its system? "
{ It glances around warily, a bit of black ichor welling from the thin fracture in its head. It can’t be found out so quickly. It should probably go back to Blackrock soon, where the Inphernals are so comfortable and closed-minded. But it was far warmer here in Crossroads… decisions, desicions… }
IF THERE IS NOTHING WRONG, THEN WHY DID YOU MENTION IT? IN BLACKROCK, NOBODY EVER SAYS WHEN THINGS ARE OFF.
{ It stands there awkwardly, looking stiff and uncomfortable in its own skin (metal?). After a moment, it seems to remember it exists. It doesn’t notice the ichor, like it can’t even see out of its own eyes. }
WELL. THEREFORE, THEN. I… STILL BELIEVE THAT BIOGRAFTS ARE NOT SCARY. YOU ARE SMALL. FOR IT. BECAUSE OF IT.
[After a few seconds, Fender decided to just not bother trying and processing how the last half of that sentence correlates to the first half. So she just moved on to the more concerning part. The ichor.]
" ...whatever. Anyways, uh...you got a little something on your face. Right around... here. "
[ she then pointed at the liquid on its face. At least, where it would be on her face if that was happening to her.]
{ It questions, mimicking her movement to press its fingers against the fracture. When it pulls its hand away, it finds that it does have a bit of its blood smeared on it. }
I DO. IT SEEMS. SEEMS SO, LOOKS THAT WAY. LOOKS AWAY.
{ It needs to perform maintenance again, it realizes dejectedly. It hated when its body decided that the current moment was a good time to remember its wounds and bleed. }
I… WILL BE GOING, THEN. TO FIX. BE FIXED. YES, BY CREATURE, CREMATOR, CREATOR. YES.
HOW WOULD YOU KNOW? HAVE YOU FIXED BIOGRAFTS BEFORE?
{ Wow, it actually spoke a comprehensible sentence for once! }
{ Digression. It doesn’t trust this strange little Inphernal at all. She’s too clever. It has that foreboding feeling that if it allows her to perform maintenance, she’ll find out. It can’t allow that. }
" Yeah. Plenty of 'em! Haven't fixed up an actually 'alive' one before. I mainly just pick up the 'dead' and discarded ones to... basically revive them. They usually don't end up the same as before, but I still don't really know how a Biograft works. They at least end up working well afterwards. "
[Considering the way she worded that sentence, it seems like she was also hiding something. Mainly about the way she claims to "fix" these Biografts she speaks of.]
" Since that's just a bit of damage, I'm sure I can fix that without needing to change much, if anything at all. "
" Emphasis on the if... I haven't seen them when they're not aware of something happening. Not to mention, most, if not all, have that same... sort of angry 'expression'...if you can even call it that."
" ...This one doesn't talk the same way I've seen other Biografts talk... Maybe a small bug in its system? "
{ It glances around warily, a bit of black ichor welling from the thin fracture in its head. It can’t be found out so quickly. It should probably go back to Blackrock soon, where the Inphernals are so comfortable and closed-minded. But it was far warmer here in Crossroads… decisions, desicions… }
IF THERE IS NOTHING WRONG, THEN WHY DID YOU MENTION IT? IN BLACKROCK, NOBODY EVER SAYS WHEN THINGS ARE OFF.
{ It stands there awkwardly, looking stiff and uncomfortable in its own skin (metal?). After a moment, it seems to remember it exists. It doesn’t notice the ichor, like it can’t even see out of its own eyes. }
WELL. THEREFORE, THEN. I… STILL BELIEVE THAT BIOGRAFTS ARE NOT SCARY. YOU ARE SMALL. FOR IT. BECAUSE OF IT.
[After a few seconds, Fender decided to just not bother trying and processing how the last half of that sentence correlates to the first half. So she just moved on to the more concerning part. The ichor.]
" ...whatever. Anyways, uh...you got a little something on your face. Right around... here. "
[ she then pointed at the liquid on its face. At least, where it would be on her face if that was happening to her.]
{ It questions, mimicking her movement to press its fingers against the fracture. When it pulls its hand away, it finds that it does have a bit of its blood smeared on it. }
I DO. IT SEEMS. SEEMS SO, LOOKS THAT WAY. LOOKS AWAY.
{ It needs to perform maintenance again, it realizes dejectedly. It hated when its body decided that the current moment was a good time to remember its wounds and bleed. }
I… WILL BE GOING, THEN. TO FIX. BE FIXED. YES, BY CREATURE, CREMATOR, CREATOR. YES.
" Emphasis on the if... I haven't seen them when they're not aware of something happening. Not to mention, most, if not all, have that same... sort of angry 'expression'...if you can even call it that."
" ...This one doesn't talk the same way I've seen other Biografts talk... Maybe a small bug in its system? "
{ It glances around warily, a bit of black ichor welling from the thin fracture in its head. It can’t be found out so quickly. It should probably go back to Blackrock soon, where the Inphernals are so comfortable and closed-minded. But it was far warmer here in Crossroads… decisions, desicions… }
IF THERE IS NOTHING WRONG, THEN WHY DID YOU MENTION IT? IN BLACKROCK, NOBODY EVER SAYS WHEN THINGS ARE OFF.
{ It stands there awkwardly, looking stiff and uncomfortable in its own skin (metal?). After a moment, it seems to remember it exists. It doesn’t notice the ichor, like it can’t even see out of its own eyes. }
WELL. THEREFORE, THEN. I… STILL BELIEVE THAT BIOGRAFTS ARE NOT SCARY. YOU ARE SMALL. FOR IT. BECAUSE OF IT.
[After a few seconds, Fender decided to just not bother trying and processing how the last half of that sentence correlates to the first half. So she just moved on to the more concerning part. The ichor.]
" ...whatever. Anyways, uh...you got a little something on your face. Right around... here. "
[ she then pointed at the liquid on its face. At least, where it would be on her face if that was happening to her.]
" Emphasis on the if... I haven't seen them when they're not aware of something happening. Not to mention, most, if not all, have that same... sort of angry 'expression'...if you can even call it that."
" ...This one doesn't talk the same way I've seen other Biografts talk... Maybe a small bug in its system? "
{ It glances around warily, a bit of black ichor welling from the thin fracture in its head. It can’t be found out so quickly. It should probably go back to Blackrock soon, where the Inphernals are so comfortable and closed-minded. But it was far warmer here in Crossroads… decisions, desicions… }
IF THERE IS NOTHING WRONG, THEN WHY DID YOU MENTION IT? IN BLACKROCK, NOBODY EVER SAYS WHEN THINGS ARE OFF.
" Emphasis on the if... I haven't seen them when they're not aware of something happening. Not to mention, most, if not all, have that same... sort of angry 'expression'...if you can even call it that."
" ...This one doesn't talk the same way I've seen other Biografts talk... Maybe a small bug in its system? "
" Emphasis on the if... I haven't seen them when they're not aware of something happening. Not to mention, most, if not all, have that same... sort of angry 'expression'...if you can even call it that."
" ...This one doesn't talk the same way I've seen other Biografts talk... Maybe a small bug in its system? "
I don't know what I'm getting myself into with this, nor do i have any idea what I'm doing-
[It's a nice day out. Well, it's hot out, but it wasn't unbearably hot, and the sun was just covered enough by clouds that it wasn't bright...]
[...and Fender was...Wait, what the hell was Fender doing?]
[Surprisingly, not anything crazy. She was just walking around Crossroads, looking for some place to stop at since the coffee shop a block away from her apartment had closed for renovations.]
Skateboard's doing what he usually does, just in a new place. A nice change of scenery could do some good! I mean, Playground's great, but you've got less of a chance of stepping on a rusty nail in Crossroads...
He spots someone up ahead, arching a brow. He'd recognize that fashion style anywhere... that's another Playgrounder! Nice.
He sticks his foot out, slowing down enough so he can hop off his board, stopping next to Fender.
"Heyyy. You're from Playground, right? Nice threads."
Waaait... she does look kinds familiar... He squints, trying to pinpoint where he's sen her before...
"Hey, you do Phights, right? Think I recognize you from one of 'em... Name's Skateboard! Though, uhhh... you might already know that if you're from where I'm from..."
" Used to. Haven't done it in a while. 'Specially since I've been preoccupied with other stuff in life . "
[She just kinda looked up at the sky for a few seconds, then turned her attention back towards Skateboard.]
" ... I should get back into that. It'd be pretty nice... and I've been meaning to get some friends that aren't just my neighbors and the barista at the coffee shop I regularly visit. "
"Oh, for real? You're lucky you ran into me, then! I know all the best spots in town... My bud Sling's the owner of Thieves Rest and that place has some preeetty killer eats."
He places his hands behind his head, similar to what Fender's doing.
"Could be fun to drop in and say whats up to him... maybe snag a cupcake or two. Besides, I was gettin' kinda bored just skating around in circles all day!"
" Huh. Yeah man, that'd be awesome! ...Never actually been there before, so I'm just gonna have to take to take your word for it. "
[She looked back up at the sky, this time stopping there rather than turning back towards Skateboard. There was definitely something on her mind. Something she wanted to say, but didn't know if this was the right time and place for it.]
I don't know what I'm getting myself into with this, nor do i have any idea what I'm doing-
[It's a nice day out. Well, it's hot out, but it wasn't unbearably hot, and the sun was just covered enough by clouds that it wasn't bright...]
[...and Fender was...Wait, what the hell was Fender doing?]
[Surprisingly, not anything crazy. She was just walking around Crossroads, looking for some place to stop at since the coffee shop a block away from her apartment had closed for renovations.]
Skateboard's doing what he usually does, just in a new place. A nice change of scenery could do some good! I mean, Playground's great, but you've got less of a chance of stepping on a rusty nail in Crossroads...
He spots someone up ahead, arching a brow. He'd recognize that fashion style anywhere... that's another Playgrounder! Nice.
He sticks his foot out, slowing down enough so he can hop off his board, stopping next to Fender.
"Heyyy. You're from Playground, right? Nice threads."
Waaait... she does look kinds familiar... He squints, trying to pinpoint where he's sen her before...
"Hey, you do Phights, right? Think I recognize you from one of 'em... Name's Skateboard! Though, uhhh... you might already know that if you're from where I'm from..."
" Used to. Haven't done it in a while. 'Specially since I've been preoccupied with other stuff in life . "
[She just kinda looked up at the sky for a few seconds, then turned her attention back towards Skateboard.]
" ... I should get back into that. It'd be pretty nice... and I've been meaning to get some friends that aren't just my neighbors and the barista at the coffee shop I regularly visit. "
"Oh, for real? You're lucky you ran into me, then! I know all the best spots in town... My bud Sling's the owner of Thieves Rest and that place has some preeetty killer eats."
He places his hands behind his head, similar to what Fender's doing.
"Could be fun to drop in and say whats up to him... maybe snag a cupcake or two. Besides, I was gettin' kinda bored just skating around in circles all day!"
" Huh. Yeah man, that'd be awesome! ...Never actually been there before, so I'm just gonna have to take to take your word for it. "
[She looked back up at the sky, this time stopping there rather than turning back towards Skateboard. There was definitely something on her mind. Something she wanted to say, but didn't know if this was the right time and place for it.]
I don't know what I'm getting myself into with this, nor do i have any idea what I'm doing-
[It's a nice day out. Well, it's hot out, but it wasn't unbearably hot, and the sun was just covered enough by clouds that it wasn't bright...]
[...and Fender was...Wait, what the hell was Fender doing?]
[Surprisingly, not anything crazy. She was just walking around Crossroads, looking for some place to stop at since the coffee shop a block away from her apartment had closed for renovations.]
Skateboard's doing what he usually does, just in a new place. A nice change of scenery could do some good! I mean, Playground's great, but you've got less of a chance of stepping on a rusty nail in Crossroads...
He spots someone up ahead, arching a brow. He'd recognize that fashion style anywhere... that's another Playgrounder! Nice.
He sticks his foot out, slowing down enough so he can hop off his board, stopping next to Fender.
"Heyyy. You're from Playground, right? Nice threads."
Waaait... she does look kinds familiar... He squints, trying to pinpoint where he's sen her before...
"Hey, you do Phights, right? Think I recognize you from one of 'em... Name's Skateboard! Though, uhhh... you might already know that if you're from where I'm from..."
" Used to. Haven't done it in a while. 'Specially since I've been preoccupied with other stuff in life . "
[She just kinda looked up at the sky for a few seconds, then turned her attention back towards Skateboard.]
" ... I should get back into that. It'd be pretty nice... and I've been meaning to get some friends that aren't just my neighbors and the barista at the coffee shop I regularly visit. "
I don't know what I'm getting myself into with this, nor do i have any idea what I'm doing-
[It's a nice day out. Well, it's hot out, but it wasn't unbearably hot, and the sun was just covered enough by clouds that it wasn't bright...]
[...and Fender was...Wait, what the hell was Fender doing?]
[Surprisingly, not anything crazy. She was just walking around Crossroads, looking for some place to stop at since the coffee shop a block away from her apartment had closed for renovations.]
Skateboard's doing what he usually does, just in a new place. A nice change of scenery could do some good! I mean, Playground's great, but you've got less of a chance of stepping on a rusty nail in Crossroads...
He spots someone up ahead, arching a brow. He'd recognize that fashion style anywhere... that's another Playgrounder! Nice.
He sticks his foot out, slowing down enough so he can hop off his board, stopping next to Fender.
"Heyyy. You're from Playground, right? Nice threads."
Waaait... she does look kinds familiar... He squints, trying to pinpoint where he's sen her before...
"Hey, you do Phights, right? Think I recognize you from one of 'em... Name's Skateboard! Though, uhhh... you might already know that if you're from where I'm from..."
