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→ HEY, do you like DEMONS, SEA CREATURES, MAD SCIENTISTS, CHILD SOCIOPATHS, and more? If so, boy do I have the blog for you!

Cobalt here with my first ever try at a multimuse, featuring muses from Gravity Falls, Samurai Jack, Sonic the Hedgehog, and Spongebob Squarepants! This blog is independent, NSFW-friendly, crossover / OC-friendly, triggering, and literate. Please give this post a ♥ or ⟳ if you’d be interested in writing together, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!

[jcalousy]

A Life Update

Hello! Long time no see, everyone. ❤️ Dropped online tonight after me and my bf got to talking abt Spongebob earlier, and wow am I hit with some serious feels rn rereading some of my old drafts that I had yet to respond to at the time I went MIA.

I miss you guys dearly, but I think it goes without saying that I will never rp on Tumblr again, nor will I have any other Tumblr acct, because like I said in my goodbye post some months(?) ago— this website is dead to me after they banned porn. Literally, that was its only perk that it had going for it above other social media alternatives.

Anyhow. I love and miss both of my muses— Aku and Plankton— very very much and for the sake of reconnecting w those of you who are left, I’ve chosen to leave my contact info here at the end of this post. If you hmu, and you’re lucky, I may feel inclined to revive some old threads w you lovelies. If nothing else would love to hear from y’all again. Seriously.

Find me on my two Twitters, where I am esp active nowadays:

(Main, SFW, less active): CobaltTheFox

(Side, NSFW, much more active): Rawbotnik

[cobalt-draws]

Gentle Reminder

Ladies and gentlemen, I am no longer active on Tumblr. Got too many bad memories of this place, and honestly I can’t be bothered with it anymore since @staff got rid of the last good thing on this website (read: porn). Also I’ve been pretty sore and wary about using this site ever since an old friend cussed me out a few months back. I’ve honestly just been avoiding this place…

So yeah.

Follow me on my other social media accounts, ‘cause this one (and all my other Tumblr accounts) are toast from here on out!!

Instagram: CobaltTheFox Twitter: CobaltTheFox LinkedIn: /CobaltOFFICIAL

[jcalousy]

It pains me to do this, because I really fucking love Plankton probably the most out of all of my muses as of this point in time, so if anyone is still interested in talking to me ooc or maybe setting up some time to RP again or hell just catch up or whatever... hit me up on Twitter. Dm me. I’ll give you my other contact shit. Maybe even my phone number if I really like you and miss you.

Ciao.

[jcalousy]

Popping in now and then for the past few days since I made my so-called “coming back soon” announcement. Checking out who’s still mutuals with me and who’s still active. Will make a full fledged return soon, my lovelies. Just let me muster up some muse. I’m so excited to be back and writing with you guys! ❤️

[jcalousy]

Good Evening

Hello everyone. Not sure how many of you have bothered sticking by me through my repeated, unexpected hiatuses but since I’ve felt a Spongebob/ writing kind of mood slowly coming on lately I thought now would be a very good time for me to hop online if only for a moment so I could offer you guys a well-deserved and frankly long-on-its-way kind of explanation.

The long and the short of my extensive break is thus: my school fucked me over again and closed on me, I rediscovered my old friend named depression (I’m sure you guys know about our “relationship” so to speak), I got cussed out by a good friend of mine (thereby attributing to my disinclination to come online), and I had to not only find a new college but force myself to keep on pushing through this hardship when I was so ready to just fucking surrender.

So yeah. Bottom line, it’s been a little while since that shit happened and I’m slowly recovering from it all. I can feel myself trying to get better, and I really miss all y’all that I had talked to and roleplayed with when I was here.

As soon as I find a good balance with this new school, and muster up some muse or even some courage to come online again without getting cussed at for my inactivity (legit, that’s why they cussed at me), then you can bet you’ll see me again on the regular. I’m just scared of upsetting or disappointing anyone ELSE that I care about and them freaking out on me too, I guess. I really don’t know if I could take being cussed out like that again.

I just wanted you guys to know I hadn’t died even though it almost feels like part of me made a valiant effort to do so.

Thank you, to those of you that stuck by me and I look forward to seeing you all again very soon... ❤️

[jcalousy]

Alt!

Send ALT! to meet another of my muses… | not accepting.

you’ve encountered @false-majesty … ⟩

❍ ⧼   The Beast’s claws tapped rhythmically upon the worn stone armrest…

   Tick tick tick tick tick…   –Then settled after a moment…   tick tick tick…   –Then shortly resumed their irritated tattoo.

   For the time being, his chair is steeped in dense, impenetrable darkness– yet when the demon finally opens his eyes, they glitter wickedly in the dark to a light and life of their own. Red and white-pink, they seek the source of your disruption and settle heavily upon your comparably modest stature. The creature exhales a rasping sigh through its open mouth, and a white-gray cloud of smoke escapes from somewhere that was vaguely beneath the creature’s eyes.

   Once again, aside from the demon’s unearthly glowing eyes and slowly burning flaming eyebrows, you can’t see a thing.

   Which is why you can hardly stifle the cry of genuine fear that escapes you when you feel rather than see one of the creature’s tendrils wrap harshly round your leg and YANK you to the ground. Still without speaking, the demon pulls you closer, and though you cannot see his smile you know he’s grinning at your feeble attempts to free yourself– you can hear his teeth gritting together in a maniac’s snarl. Furthermore, you hear his claws grow still once more upon the armrest only to suddenly scrape harshly against the stone– the motion sending a small shower of sparks in its wake.

   Now you’re close enough to see the demon’s face by the light of his unearthly glowing eyes and flaming eyebrows, and his hellish, inhuman gaze fixates upon you as he bends down to grasp you by the front of your shirt and hoist you to your feet.

   ❝Hell-o… What have we here?❞ he rasped quietly, his voice soft in the silence if only so you’re struck with terror at the real danger in this situation as you dangle helplessly in his grasp– so many feet above the throne room floor. You know his voice could so easily shake the very citadel itself, if he had a mind to raise it when addressing you. Yet, for some reason he does not.

   At least.. not yet….

   ❝ I must admit, I grow weary of your kind…❞ he hissed, baring his tusks at you almost as would a dog. ❝Al-ways waltz-ing in here as though you have any right to disturb my solitude… My con-temp-lation of things your puny mortal mind could never hope to grasp… Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t destroy you as an example to further violators who would test A-KU’s GENEROSITY? ❞   ⧽

[jcalousy]

alt!

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🌫❝Dear Cap’n’s log… this be me third week circlin’ this ghost town– pardon me pun, heheh– but nothin’ much be a’happenin’ ‘round these parts… ‘tis almost enough fer me to turn sail an’ seek rougher waters. Anything ta liven up me boring days and restless nights… If I’m bein’ honest– this peacefulness, this quiet… I simply cannot abide! ❞

   ❝ I’ve got ‘alf a mind ta lay seige upon this helpless town. Anythin’ to distract me from me true purposes ‘ere. Ol’ Jones– ‘e thinks ‘e c’n wrest a few more souls from me yet, an’ I’m growin’ tired’f ‘is constant nagging! ❞

   ❝ Louder than a tavern wench be that scurvy Davy Jones’ complaints… Tis almost enough t’make me wish I were married again! Least me dear old wife– I could weather ‘er constant complainin’!❞ 🌫

[jcalousy]

"alt!"

Send ALT! to meet another of my muses… | not accepting.

∞❲The fallen warrior sits alone in the corner of the bar– as is befitting. No man with such a high bounty on his head would be so bold nor ignorant to sit in the center of the room, where anyone might notice him and see fit to test his brittle temper.

   The man that was once Samurai Jack raises his head from his arms upon your approach, though both his eyes are closed for the moment as he reaches forth with one hand, grips the cup of hot tea which steamed lustily on the counter in front of him and slowly brings it to his lips for a drink. Though he undoubtedly senses you standing there, he still doesn’t deign to open his eyes and look at you– at least… not yet.

   He breathed in deep the calming scent of his tea, still so familiar and soothing after all these years, and after a moment’s pause longer when you do not leave him alone, he finally looks up at you.

   Though the eye that has the scars over it cannot open, the eye that does is cold… Wary… Jaded… His was the eye of a jungle cat that had been imprisoned for so long it cannot remember what the feel of real grass is beneath its paws– a cat that couldn’t remember what the sensation of bone breaking beneath its teeth feels like.

   –But a cat that was no less deadly and DANGEROUS for all its years behind its inch-thick prison of glass…

   ❝Can I help you?❞ he asked softly, his voice coming out hoarse and almost rasping with disuse. It was obvious from the concentration in his expression– the set in his brow– that he was doing everything in his power to keep rudeness out of his voice, even now after he’d fallen so far from grace.

   When you do not answer him, he sighs heavily– apparently quite used to this little game– and one hand reaches beneath the table for the plasma pistol he always kept holstered at his side. ❝ If you’ve come here seeking a fight, I ask that you at least allow me to finish my tea…❞❳

[atomicshrimp]

Way to go Plank.. Karen is so done with your shit

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Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

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The Shining Directed by Stanley Kubrick (1980)

[jcalousy]

squareyellowfellow:

Oh no…

Getting up from the table, Spongebob moved so that he was crouched on the kitchen floor, attempting to be more at the other’s eye level as he leant in, and gently lifted him into his palm. With his other hand, he rubbed the side of his cheek, wiping at the tears that came forth. Perhaps it would have been better to have ignored it, pretend as though he’d not noticed his weeping… but the sight tugged at his heartstrings so much that he couldn’t resist giving him some (probably much needed) TLC.

“It’s no trouble!” He insisted, pulling away his finger as he rose up into a standing position, cradling Plankton in his cupped hands. “Really! It’s what friends do, Plankton; they offer moral support.”

“And what are you taking about? Imposing!” He scoffed. “I won’t hear any of that, mister man. Making you walk all the way to the Chum Bucket when you look on the verge of passing out just wouldn’t be right!”

He gave Plankton a small smirk, teasing him in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Besides, what are you afraid of? Taking up too much room? Hahaha! No, come with me.” Not that he had much of a choice; Spongebob walked him back into his living room, placing him on to his couch. “Now, you lay there for a lil’ while, rest your weary eye… and tell me if not staying at Spongebob’s sounds like a good idea to you, huh?”

⤥ Plankton’s protests died on his lips as Spongebob lifted him into his hand, and though he would ordinarily have snapped at the sensation of Spongebob touching his face like that-- offering moral support in a way Karen never in a million years would have-- all he can really manage to do is shut his eye and let it happen. Just for a moment, you understand.

   All the better to concentrate on what Spongebob was saying around the pounding of his headache.

   At this point, he’s so tired from all these converging circumstances that even after he opened his eye again to watch from on high where Spongebob was carrying him, his vision was blurry and unfocused. He tries to say something-- anything that would make Spongebob put him down and leave him to his suffering and to the extremely lengthy task of cleaning up his mess-- but all he can really manage is a very weak-sounding hmmm of acknowledgment. It was a noncommittal kind of sound that could’ve been interpreted as either a yes or no, depending on what one wanted to hear.

   When Spongebob put him down, Plankton allowed himself to slump over into the soft couch cushion without any more resistance, at which point he promptly curled up in the fetal position. He stared straight ahead, not seeing anything, not caring to register his surroundings. Ignoring the sickening bright colors of Spongebob’s house was easier said than done most days, but today he’s so out of sorts that he hardly registered them.

   Already, he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, and ok-- perhaps he was more tired than he had previously thought. That last ( albeit weak ) protest seemed to have drained him.

   ❝ Spongebob? ❞ he asked softly, not even bothering to look for him from his present position curled up on the couch.  ❝ If you’re gonna insist on me staying here, I’d-- I wouldn’t say no to a blanket, if you’ve... got one to spare? ❞ ⤣

[mickeyandscroogefangirl]

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[jcalousy]

vcrotten:

A YELP  ESCAPED    robbie’s  throat  as  he  was  suddenly  ,   unexpectedly  ,   picked    up   by  the  vest .   he   dangled   there ,  in  the  robot’s  grip  ,   hovering   above   the   floor    &   in  the  air   ,   not   far  away  from  the   ground  ,   but  high  enough   to   thoroughly   spook   the   villain.           first   instinct    was   to   struggle  ,  kick  ,   punch  ,  FIGHT HIS  WAY  OUT  .          as     fast    as   adrenaline   crashed  ,    it    rushed   back   into   his  body  ,  his  ears tingling  ,  his   limbs   freezing   up   as   all   his   attempts   at   freeing   himself   with    the    little   bit   of   strength   he   had  proved   itself   to   be   fruitless  .    helplessly  ,   he   was   exposed   to   the    booming    voice   &   mockery  ,     feeling   even     smaller   with   each    sneered   word  .  the  feeling   of   being   small ,   inconsequential   &  vulnerable      spiked       with      the     violent   jerk   in   the   iron   grip  ,   causing    robbie    to   see   stars   &    nausea   to   climb   hotly   into   his   throat  .     ah.       the   beast   has   a   name   !            at  least   that   robbie   could   hear   through   the   haze   that   settled   into   his   head   as   the   shaking   finally   stopped    ━━━   until   the  iron  talons   released   him.      HE  WAS DROPPED   !       robbie   landed   on   the   asphalt   with   another   sound   in   distress    as   he    hit  the  ground .      he   groaned  at   the   pain   shooting   through   his   lower   back   from   the   impact .       great  !       this   is   what   he   got   for   standing   up   to   the   brats  !   this   is   what   he   got   for   foolishly   thinking  he  could   act   the   hero   for   once.       oh   he   should   have   stayed   INSIDE   today !! 

HE   HAD   TO   ADMIT   DEFEAT.    there   really     was    no    way    he    could       battle     this    robot     with    his   bare    hands    without    getting    himself     killed     for     real.     he   slowly   got   up   to   his   feet,  shaking   all   over  ,   his   trembling   fingers   fumbling   for   the   hem   of   his   vest   to   tug   back   into    place .            his    knees   were   quivering   so   hard  ,  they   knocked    against   each   other .  ❜   i-i’m   …   ❜    he  stammers .    his   throat   aches   from   how   dry   it   is .     he   had   no   idea   what  he  had     that  could   POSSIBLY   BENEFIT   a   seven   feet  tall  robot         (  &    potentially   keep   him   ALIVE   )       should   he   reveal   his   identity   &   villain - title   to   them ?       or    could   that   put   him   into   possible    hazard  ,   if   this    robot    had   a   problem   with   potential  competition   ?                

❜    m-my   talents  ? ━━━  i - i   make    disguises   to   trick   the   locals   !    &    i - i   b - build   robots.   c - clockwork robots !   ━━━ ❜             the lump in his throat threatens to suffocate him at this point.    nervous   gray   eyes   stare   back   at   the   single  panel  of   glas,   devoid   of   emotions.       it     was     CREEPY !        there   was  a  reason   robbie   put   in   the   extra   effort  to  make  his  robots       as  human  as   possible !

⤥ ❝ Hmmm... ❞ the robot hummed aloud, its gears whirring aloud in apparent contemplation as it brought its hand up to thoughtfully caress where its chin was supposed to be.

   ❝ You build robots and make disguises, eh...? ❞ the bot echoed, and after meditating on this revelation for a moment, it chuckled softly beneath its breath at the very real irony of this situation-- the sound translating as very flat and almost sarcastic.

   If he thought back on his few times in prison, Plankton could probably recall numerous similar situations as this one; where he himself had been at the mercy of some much larger and stronger creature. As someone who was quite literally as small and ( arguably ) defenseless as a jellybean, things like being called weak and small and insignificant were an every day occurrence. But in Plankton’s experience, very few things were as satisfying as making those same fish which had stepped all over him eat their words.

   --And yet, it would appear that he’d learned nothing of humility from those encounters, if his present treatment of his fellow villain was of any indication.

   Heh.... Alright, maybe he had been a little preemptive there with his show of force when they’d first met.

   Truthfully, he’d just been a bit frustrated at how poorly this whole endeavor had been working out for him. Since he’d set out from his temporary shelter earlier that morning, he hadn’t had a single customer. ( Big surprise, right? ) And so, he reluctantly supposed that if he intended on using this guy’s talents, maybe he could stand to tone it down a little. After all, Plankton knew better than anyone that he could definitely use an ally around these parts. Since Karen left, he’d quite literally had no one to talk to since setting out on this venture, despite the fact he’d pointedly left his phone number and other methods of contact taped to the front door of his restaurant for those that might be curious as to his whereabouts. Big surprise #2: he hadn’t gotten a single phone call nor text since he left.

   ❝ Uh-- Forgive me, I’m starting to think that perhaps we got started on the wrong foot, here, ❞ said the bot, withdrawing a little from Robbie’s space, if only so the guy could breathe a little. ❝ You and me, we’re both villains, right? ❞

   ❝ I’m new to this area, and I intend on setting up shop here for at least a little while, and could use a man like you to help out. You know-- put a good word in with the locals, maybe help drive the heroes out of town... Maybe even help me with constructing my own robot army. Little things like that... ❞

   ❝ So what’s your name, kid? Because you’re gonna be my newest henchman, I should probably know what to call you. ❞ ⤣

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squidink-tortellini:

     Squidward now let out a silent exhale, gently parting his lips rather than letting it out his nose this time around. There was a slight hint of relief on his face, but he wasn’t thoroughly convinced just yet. He lingered on Plankton’s words, wondering just what gave him the idea that Squidward was going to just straight up trust the microscopic megalomaniac. While, sure, the temptation of letting someone in always struck him like a chord, reverberating in his chest as his therapists’ words of advice nagged at him. Nagged how he ought to ‘talk to someone about himself, openly and honestly. Talk to someone who can honestly relate to you, someone who can heal with you. That’s a service even I cannot provide, and it’s one of the greatest methods around!’

     … They had a point, admittedly. It’s one of the best things money couldn’t really buy, but… this is Plankton we’re talking about here! Don’t be so ridiculous, you can hardly trust this guy as far as you could throw him, and man can you really toss the guy far.

“ No, of course not! None of this makes sense, in fact. It’s broad daylight out, Plankton. We’re behind the Krusty Krab, anyone could see us and-!”

     Well wait a minute… that’s true, huh. Why would he pull something so heinous out in broad daylight and seemingly without any back up equipment or schemes? That’s just amateur at this point, Plankton wouldn’t be so bold yet so foolish as to just throw himself out in the open and declare his desires for conquest! He’d get smashed, crushed and flung in an instant. No the little insect knew better at this point in his ‘career’, he wouldn’t misstep like that.

“ … And you’re risking… a lot… by just standing here back here with me. Oooh… fine… whatever! I’ll speak with you I guess… but make it snappy, my break’s over in 5 and I had to REALLY push old man Krabs to earn this!”

⤥  ❝ I don’t know what you want me to say that I haven’t already, Squidward,” he responded without even pausing to think. “You said it yourself, you’ve only got a five minute break, and furthermore I’ve no intention of standing around here all day talking about feelings and insecurities and all of that sappy garbage. At least... not when our time is so limited and we could so easily be overheard, as you so aptly observed. ❞

   ❝ So listen, you really wanna talk to me about this stuff? Catch me after your shift is over. Then we’ll have all the time in the deep blue sea to get on an even playing field, and maybe then I can go into greater detail about what happened to me. ❞

   He gestured with one hand as if to indicate something that only the two of them could see. ❝ I don’t mean to be dismissive. On the contrary, a conversation like this would actually be quite beneficial for the both of us, but-- you know. Time’s an issue. Really, I just wanted to extend the invitation, is all... ❞ ⤣

[jcalousy]

⤥ ❝ Fancyson’s in town, eh? Greeeaaaat, NOW it’s a party... ❞ ⤣