Aha's Ragebaiter

enjoy the show~ closed and affiliated with Gnostic Hymns

[morallygrayt]

Let the show begin~

Welcome to my Sparkle blog! Bellow, I will color a few things about the way I rp Sparkle, just to set some boundaries and expectations about when I thread!

  Rules:

Affiliation: This blog is affiliated with the closed rp group Gnostic hymns. That means that I will not be rping with anyone outside of this group. OOC: Sparkle is very funny to me and I enjoy her personality a lot. As such, I tend to make jokes about her that are usually out of character and not canon in the group. Contact: if you wish to contact me, DM me here or at yowaz on discord!  Shipping: This one is a bit odd. I'm okay with shipping, but as of now, I don't think there is anyone insane enough to even try to get into a relationship with this mess so it is very tentative. Trigger Warnings: I will tag every post with the trigger warnings present as I see fit as well as in the first line of the post. If there is something in my writing that you believe should be tagged pleasssee let me know and I will do so right away.

 Portrayal and Liberties:

- Sparkle is insane. Period. She LIVES for messing with people for her own entertainment and will NOT cater to anyone. She will throw out remarks and insults at characters if she ever sees fit. - When it comes to pranks and tricks, with Sparkle, this is a given. I will not ask when I pull a prank because I fear there will be too many. HOWEVER, here are somethings that I will ask you about before hand - Is it okay if Sparkle injures your muse? - Is it okay if Sparkle insults specific or hurtful parts about your muse - Is it okay if Sparkle impersonates your muse? - Is it okay if Sparkle knows certain aspects about your muse? (Backstory, homeworld, certain secrets etc)

[morallygrayt]

BULLETIN BOARD, ⠀the millileth have their hands full sifting out the more serious crimes, so they've turned to posting a few volunteer lists on the bulletin board. if you’re able, help herd lost pets back to their families, collect stray lanterns before they set trees ablaze, and especially keep a look out for any pesky thieves.

Kazuha does not often find himself stuck between confusion and amusement but, well, it seemed this one was just a bit different than most. Strange boxes had appeared all over Liyue or so the posters said. Kazuha didn’t care quite enough for them but challenges were always quite fun. To a degree. 

Unfortunately, this one was just a bit easier for them. 

“You can drop the mask, the winds are quite a bit more honest than you.”

They threw one of her boxes at the other, waiting for the disguise to fade. A smile on his face, he looked above then back at the other. “You know, you remind me quite a bit of the mischievous folk from my home. Have you ever heard of the bakedanuki? I think you might get along with them.”

Sitting on the edge of a railing, a little boy swings his legs over Liyue, lording his view over those bellow, as if he was sitting even above the stars. Though, in the same way all good things end, an annoyance shows itself behind the boy, throwing one of his boxes at him. The boy turns to face the annoyance, putting on his best innocent act, "I have never seen anything like this before."

He gauges the annoyance's reaction, and once he is sure the annoyance doesn't budge, the little boy starts laughing, bringing his hand to his face, transforming as he speaks, "This festival was just too boring. Who can blame me for adding my own little sparkle."

At the end of speaking, a girl with an altered red kimono appears in place of the boy, mask in hand. She stands up onto the railing and turns to the boy, the sky as her backdrop.

"I remind of you of someone? Oh nonono that just won't do!" she takes out a button identical to the one thrown at her. "No one should remind you of Miss Sparkle, for there is no one like Miss Sparkle." As she laughs, she falls, and in the space she once occupied, the night sky is filled with fireworks of various colors and shapes, one being the face of the infamous and gorgeous Miss Sparkle.

[grannyitztli]

If courage is moving despite of fear, maybe happiness is not avoiding sadness, but finding joy in spite of it.

I wrote too much because my heart is too full. So for all those who will just glance at this, thank you.

Thank you for your time, your limited time that you chose to spend with me. That is the greatest honor you could ever have bestowed upon me.

Bellow is a more extensive love letter

Ellipsus makes it easy for anyone to write together.

With Love, Yowaz

[teatricks]

🪄

To perform a magic trick to amuse a Masked Fool was a tall task indeed. To entertain a follower of the Elation, Lynette had to do something truely unexpected.

A performer on the grandest stage, a believer of Aha, what could she do that Sparkle hadn’t seen before?

A crowd began to gather, she couldn’t fail, if she as a magician’s assistant couldn’t bring a smile to everyone’s faces then what was her worth.

Lynette bowed her head, not in defeat but in acknowledgement of her audience.

“Very well, I accept.”

She began.

“An audience such as yourselves deserves a good show, I cannot do anything I have ever done before.”

She locked eyes with her challenger

“I must perform the truly impossible. What is your request?”

[morallygrayt]

It's rare. It's rare that Sparkle would ever sit, in the audience. Usually she is backstage, setting the story, driving the plot. But here, on stage, lies a naïve cat. Though, her naiveté lends itself to the opportunity to new perspectives.

A smirk grows on the Fool's face, "Ahhaha! I'll give you a hint little cat. Think of it as a favor from a senior in the industry. The audience never knows what they want."

Twirling a gun around her finger, she lays back, her sandals loosely dangling.

"Artist often work with constraints or challenges. There are quite a few actors here already," Sparkle gestures to the crowd sitting beside her, "Why not make use of them?" Her face shifts into one with hints of mischief.

"If you need any help from me to drive the show, I am more than happy to lend some aid. All for a good show after all."

[morallygrayt]

What are these? Here, let me show you what real fireworks look like.

Elation Comission with Yelan

[muscle-blues]

   How Yelan ended up in the role of some background investigator for a noir she couldn’t be considered the protagonist of, even she couldn’t explain. A trip to Inazuma, that was all she intended, all she wished for – yet tell of a stolen fireworks drew her nose towards the scent of mystery. Worse yet, among that bundle of stolen fireworks were those intended for Liyuean celebration, so it wasn’t like she could pay it no mind instead. ‘Fuck me.’ The thoughts carrying vulgar words weren’t said aloud, after all there were far too many ears belonging to what could be painfully disgruntled expressions.

   Cracking her knuckles, though, Yelan’s gaze fixates on a mask that fell before her feet. Gingerly, she picks it up, and begins to examine it, gleaning clues of some sort. It almost looks of Inazuman make, similar yet obviously different from a mask that a Sakura Shrine Maiden may adorn. 

   “Toma, put the damn doll down man.” A guard’s voice cuts through Yelan’s introspection, and she looks up in response as ‘Toma’ places down the doll with a disgruntled murmur. For a moment, Yelan does a double take, looking over at the set doll, and the mask in her hand. Even from a distance, Yelan could tell that the doll’s outfit wasn’t too dissimilar to a kimono, and given its rather obvious status as a hint - ‘a sort of calling card, perhaps?’ - the Agent presumed possibility of the culprit being Inazuman, or at least parading as Inazuman, since that couldn’t be ruled out. However, what really caught Yelan’s eyes had been the mask the doll seemed to wear.

   ‘Same as the one in my hands. Is this culprit trying to play me for some kind of fool?’ This wasn’t Yelan’s first rodeo, in fact she herself would’ve done this, had she been a couple of years younger; this is also a clue, one functioning in tandem with the doll. However, its placement before Yelan’s feet had to have been orchestrated in some way. ‘Nothing that coincidental happens by pure coincidence.’ 

   Carefully, she approaches the doll, picking it up once she does. ‘Perhaps,’ she thought to herself, ‘there are other clues on the doll. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions, there’s no way the culprit wants me to find her.’ She begins to examine it, trying to determine any possible clues and hints from the doll’s visage, much to the dismay of scoffing guards. 

   With an annoyed side-eye, she shuts up the murmuring guards staring in her direction. ‘What curious things can you tell me, little doll? Hm?’

[morallygrayt]

Almost like it was prompted, the doll starts to shake its head rhythmically, almost playfully, and from it, it chants with a slight analog filter, "Be grateful be grateful! Miss Sparkle is here! These fireworks are so bland and boring. Lets bring this joy to all houses! To the sky to the sky! Where they belong! Who cares if a couple of houses go with them?"

The shaking and speaking stops, its unchanging smile seems to represent more of a smirk from the previous words, a mocking facade. One of the guards chimes in, "What a tool! Who does this Spa'kle character take us fo'r? Lahts show dem what wes are capable of, amma right fellas?" In resounding agreement, the guards all collectivly start hyping each other up with sentiments of, "Yeah lets get em," and various forms of "wahoo."

Though, in the crowd, one dissenting voice rings out, "Hey fellas, I know wes said we were gonna get he'r, but wheres do we even start?" Soon, the collective braincell murmur in resigned confusion. That same guard soon speaks up once more.

"Waits a minute. Didn't theys says somtin' about houses?" that same guard turns over to the inspector, "Whats do you think? Yous supposed to be the smaht one here, inspector Yelan."

The gaggle of guards wait with baited breath, like a bunch of leashed puppies who think they are hound dogs, all staring intently at the inspector.

[morallygrayt]

Thin Air

 

Plotted thread with Noelle

[morallygrayt]

Chatter, whispers, rumor, all manner of words float gentle around Teyvat. Wonderful, dreamy words of splendor and gold. Talk about paying off debts, the capital to start a business, more funds to gamble with, all wonderful words.

"Your dreams can be fulfilled if you go to the Chasm!" oson some would shout. And soon they would come to learn why dreams often remain as such.

The words of joy and promise soon turn to cautionary tales. Words of warning, some saying they saw dead loved ones, others saying they saw futures they could only hope would never come to pass. Each adventurer or bandit that dared followed the twin faced rumor changed their tune, and sung of warning instead of hope.

To some, these words would only be motivation. Some would arrive due to commissions to investigate the trouble. Others would arrive to verify if the ghosts stories were really true so they could spread the word on their blog. Good content is hard to find after all.

Whatever reasons you may have to arrive at the chasm, whatever hopes, dreams, or sorrows you may hold in your heart, the entrance to the mines remain the same.

Cold, and full of Thin Air.

@favonianmaid

[teatricks]

Welcome to the Luofu

Lynette & Sparkle @morallygrayt

[teatricks]

Lynette had been doing a grocery run for the Hotel Bouffes d’ete, they had ran out of milk for tea, a perfectly mundane activity. Usually Lynette had a few bottles stocked, but they all mysteriously vanished, a strange red doll in their place. A calling card, Lynette recognised them well, she’d left a few of her own before. Someone had been in the hotel, but it was far too early for her to do a proper investigation, she hadn’t even had her cup of tea yet!!

As not to cause panic, she woke Lyney, telling him to keep an eye out while she went for a grocery run, that she would do a proper investigation soon. And to not leave the hotel unattended. He had accepted this task diligently.

So that’s what lead her to this situation, walking the streets of Fontaine, holding a few paper bags full of not only milk but other delicious delights she had been tempted into.

She spotted someone very familiar approaching, Lyney. But she had told him not to leave the hotel.

Something was off.

He ran up to her and began speaking. As soon as the first few words left his mouth, she knew something was wrong. Lyney and Lynette were nearly inseparable, she knew her brother better than she knew herself, he was the only truth she could trust. And now he was lying.

She couldn’t pinpoint about what, but something was wrong, it was like a performance she hadn’t been clued in on as he explained that he saw someone suspicious outside the house. They ran as soon as he saw them, but they dropped an bright red envelope. He handed it to her quickly and ran off to go find Father, leaving Lynette to carefully inspect.

He hadn’t opened it yet, as she could tell upon brief inspection but she noticed the wax that sealed the envelop bore a striking resemblance to the face of the doll. She rotated it in her hands, strands of dark brown hair clinging to it and silken microfibres.

She looked up to follow up with her brother, but he was nowhere to be found. He’d pulled a disappearing act on her.

She quickly returned to the hotel, and as much as she hated to even consider this, she didn’t have the time to make up tea. This was far more pressing. She packed the groceries away, mind racing with possibilities, and quickly secluded herself to the quiet of her room.

The envelope in her hands and the doll sitting on a shelf she evaluated the very limited evidence. The fashion the doll wore was almost Inazuman, but a few details were off, perhaps she could consult Chiori? No, this was a House of the Hearth matter. She couldn’t involve outsiders. Lyney was going to find Arlecchino, however off he was acting and had entrusted the red envelope to her.

Enough dilly dallying, she had to know what was inside.

Her deft hands broke the wax seal, carefully opening the letter when a cloud of some kind of gas spewed out, causing Lynette to hack and cough before it fully enveloped her.

When Lyney entered the room hearing the commotion, all he found was yet another doll where Lynette used to be, and a letter on the floor.

‘Welcome to the Loufu’

[morallygrayt]

Lynette's vision blurs, melding the pale blues and whites of the Loufu, shifting towards red hues. Crowds of people rush by, slightly jostling As her eyes blur, a voice rings, clear, soft, playful, in her head,

"Ah... I just knew you would accept my invitation! After all, a magician worth their salt can't ignore a good mystery now can they? Oh! and before I forget..."

"Welcome to the Loufu~"

Her vision returns the normal, the clamor of the crowd returns, but a small giggle in that slightly taunting voice recedes into the crowd, its location impossible to pin point. Almost like the voice was born from her own mind.

But now is not time to get distracted by the stage hands! Quick! Amongst the crowd a speech begins, delivered by a small figure, standing on a box to cover his insecurity of his height. From his small frame, a deceptive boisterous voice booms, trumping the every day noise of the street.

"People, citizens, friends, I stand before you here today, pleading, begging, all of you, spare an ear, a fraction of your attention and heed me. It is with a heavy heart that I must speak here today, I would like nothing better than to be at home, resting easy and well, and enjoying this sunny day. But this unrest in my heart aches, and I know I am not alone in this sentiment."

The young Vidyadhara puts a hand over their heart, expressing such profound and personal sadness. A well crafted mask. Good enough to fool the crowd, getting more and more to stop by. The movement of the crowd slows, until half the plaza is blocked by influenced listeners.

"Our safety, promised by the Administration, have been found again and again as false, and empty. It is with these facts that I implore you, follow me! Let us together take control of our future together."

Before Lynette can move through the crowd further, grabbing her arm. "Don't let yourself be fooled," The voice is stern, with a hint of concern and worry. If she were to turn, she would come face to face with a woman with brown hair, light blue rounded horns poking through, reminiscent of a lily in a lagoon.

"You looked frazzled, come with me. I am sure this crowd isn't helping, not to mention that mans grating words. My name is Li-ren."

[morallygrayt]

That's what the point of the mask is

January commissions with Kinich

[morallygrayt]

Oh the horror! Oh the absolute tragedy! A terrible terrible condition, no... affliction! has effected some people from the Masters of the Nightwind. Thankfully, it doesn't seem contagious, phew, those masks they use are quite boring.

Though, reports would say that this affliction was quite odd. Some would say it reminded them of the Abyssal Corrosion Syndrome, others thought it was just a massive prank, something that could give rise to ghost stories so little children wouldn't stray too far.

But the people effected are real, oh yes, so very real. One day they are themselves, and the next, it feels like a part of them is missing. Their smiles don't reach the peaks they used to, their tears seem to dry up, even blocks of their memories are missing. And with every new victim, the symptoms seem to be getting worse... how sad.

The commission price keeps going up and up. So much so, it feels irresistible. The Masters of the Nightwind are getting desperate, and they dare not ask Granny Itztili for help. After all, in the newest unedited release of a light novel, her favorite character died.

A mischievous grin grows. After directing so many plays, a mere novel was just too easy.

Each victim had one thing in common, one string of consistency. they all visited the same traveling diviner, promising clear and accurate answers to every question, all for free.

 @seiljager I left all of the bread crumbs~ Allll I need from you is for a little green lizard and his flying worm to bite.

[morallygrayt]

What are these? Here, let me show you what real fireworks look like.

Elation Comission with Yelan

[morallygrayt]

Oh! A joyous day! The crowd wander the streets going about their days, eyes blinded by repetition and normality while their hearts should be full with excitement and anticipation! No.... Words like such are too mild. Grander words should be used. Hmmm let me think. How about…

Elation

Guards rush and hurry in the halls of the warehouse, scouring for clues and hints, anything that could point to a culprit, or even anything that could point to a means of the disappearance of 67 tons of fireworks. The only apparent clue is an odd doll in the shape of a cute, mysterious, and so outwardly cunning girl.

Amateurs, truly. No, that word doesn't even begin to describe them! Disturbing and disrupting a carefully constructed set is one of the worlds most punishable offences. But, who really cares about the minor roles when...

Clear sound of heels echo throughout the warehouse, like a clear bell, demanding your attention.

... the main actress is about to take the stage. Now here is when the real fun begins.

Somewhere, a smile grows, but not all smiles mean joy. Some are born from anticipation.

Just as the eerie feeling grows, a mask silently clatters off boxes pilled high, falling right in front of the inspector's Path.

@muscle-blues As a reminder, please don't disappoint me.

[morallygrayt]

"Is this really what you look like?" A feminine, melodic voice filters over the speaker. "Even with the power to disguise yourself any way you like, you still choose to be a measly one-hundred-and-thirty-seven centimeters tall?"

A dismissive scoff. "There's no accounting for poor taste, I suppose. I was just curious. Carry on."

"At least I'm not one to compensate with a ridiculously sized hat. I mean, I'm all for bold fashion statements don't get me wrong, But that hat is just so tacky. Though, I'll give credit where credit is due, it pairs awfully well with that grating voice of yours."

She strolls around the interior of Herta's space station data room, playfully spinning a data stick around her hand. Strewn about the room, mini herta puppets lie scattered, beaten. Their scraps scream a brutal story. Walking by one of the husks, she kicks it, letting the thunk reverberate in the room.

"And what are with these pathetic excuses for a puppet? I thought you were supposed to be a genius, yet you don't even know puppets are supposed to be hollow. They must take after their creator."

[morallygrayt]

Wakey Wakey~ Fun doesn't Sleep

Welcome to Sparkle's Plotting Call! I'm trying to get my girl OUT THERE, so I will be accepting any and all requests to thread so long as they are in my capabilities

Some of the following prompts I already have ideas and will list them bellow, but others that don't I would love to talk to you about where to start!

Commissions will be taken on a first come first serve basis and I will update this post as they get taken.

COMMISSIONS:

Teyvat

- OH NO! Some of Naganohara Fireworks’, well, fireworks have gone missing! (Teyvat Muse required)

What a tragedy! The fire works were stollen?? What mean hearted, cruel, and joyless person would ever think of stealing a festivals joy! Several crates of fireworks are gone missing, but in their place is this weird looking doll of a person in red clothing? (Taken by Yelan)

- Fools! Bumbling, greedy fools! (Teyvat Muse required)

It was easy enough to spread rumors of gold and treasure. People often flocked to the glint and shine of jewels. But there always is a price for one's greed~ Here, Sparkle is setting up these illusions. If you want to explore a part of your backstory or history. This is the time! (Taken by Noelle)

Sea of Quanta

- Yikers! A young Vidyadhara has been possessed by a heliobus, and is threatening to start an uprising against the entire Luofu!

Ah yes, hydrogen babies. They are well known for being the best type of babies to manipulate. On a real note, Sparkle will most likely hinder attempts in favor of chaos here, but I plan to find a way to work with you to find a satisfying ending to this story! (Taken by Lynette)

- A BODY HAS BEEN FOUND UNALIVED IN THE SNOW PLAINS!

This one just seems fun. I'm down to talk more about it! (Taken by Zhongli)

Other:

I am down to thread for any other ideas! Please just let me know!!!!!

[morallygrayt]

Ahem~ Testing

Oh look at you, peaking in.

The show's not ready yet~

So why don't you take this as some well needed practice

and start

Running