[outofthiisworld]

✦˖° an indie RP multimuse that used to just be two ocs, but now has a bigger roster! this is my little, low maintenance corner that's subjected to whatever i think is neat.

👾 written by boo | 29 | she/they

👾 selective & mutuals only. au & oc friendly!

👾 sporadic activity

👾 content warnings: general violence, gore, body horror, medical & scientific malpractice, discussion of trauma & mental illness, memory loss, my whims. minors dni

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[outofthiisworld]

✦˖° @trblshot: "I'd love to stay and chat, but uh... ONE TO BEAM UP!" Nero shouted into his wristcomm and was teleported away. Until he came back after Philippe caught him and brought him back to Corbeau. The two then teleported back to the space station office together (with a different telepad effect-- that indicated it belonged to the Rust Syndicate). To address Nero's gambling debt. "Persuasive arguments from this one. Not gonna lie."

ᯓ🐦‍⬛🔩˖° The ‘smile’ on Corbeau’s face is anything but friendly—teeth clenched and brows furrowed—with a vein along his neck ready to burst (just like his temper).

“And you haven’t even heard his counter-offer yet,” he hissed. Philippe cracked his knuckles behind Nero ... but said not a word. Instead, steel-gray eyes peered down on the technician. Just in case. Wouldn't want any more funny business, right?

“You seem to be in a hurry. Better places to be than around scum like us, eh?” Corbeau spat out like venom. His foot tapped against the hard floor beneath a polished desk that probably costed more than whatever chump-change was lost in the long-run. Patience ran thin.

“So, I'll cut to the chase.”

“WHERE’S OUR FUCKIN’ MONEY, DAKKAR?”

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ᯓ🐦‍⬛˖°// he's so annoying i hate him (THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE)

[outofthiisworld]

Asks to be answered . . .

In a separate post!

Normally without moving them!

I donut 🍩 care!

Remaining time: 11 hours 44 minutes

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🐦‍⬛ . CORBEAU | RUST SYNDICATE BOSS

Age: 28 — 30 Height: 5’3ft / 160.02cm Gender: Trans Man “People, Pokémon… We all get covered in the grime of the world as we go through life.”

SYNOPSIS: 

Corbeau is the reigning boss of the Rust Syndicate, a shady organization reminiscent of honorable yakuza. While his presence demands respect, life wasn’t always so easy, as Corbeau grew up on the streets with no family to call home.

All he knew of his birth parents was what he’d found out himself: they were young, dumb, and eloped to Kalos before tragedy would strike them down. Leaving behind a forgotten baby to age out of foster care. Yet, through guts and guile (as well as a charming smile), he crawled his way up to the top of the food chain.

He would eventually convince Lysandere, a philanthropist who supported Corbeau in his early years, to lend him seed funding to kickstart various business ventures (all in an effort to gain more influence). Ultimately: Corbeau was inspired by Lysandere’s initial goal of creating a more beautiful world and oh, how that would haunt him, once the ultimate weapon had been fired. 

Regardless, this would inevitably capture the attention of the then Rust Syndicate—which was nothing more but a gang of delinquents—and their former leader, Philippe. Despite their efforts, Corbeau would outsmart them at every turn, until forcing them to admit defeat where Philippe relinquished the position of boss to Corbeau.

Becoming leader was never part of the plan, but dear Philippe here pushed it on him, and how could he say no?

In the present day, the Rust Syndicate has shaped up from a band of aimless thugs to the organized crime syndicate established organization it is today, providing various community services to better improve the lives of Lumiose city. One of their more infamous opportunities that the Rust Syndicate offers are loans (just make sure you read the fine-print). 

Even while busy with the syndicate, Corbeau remains an ever-so-savvy businessman, who has made a name for himself setting up various enterprises and establishments (both above and off the books). A few of these businesses consist of (but not limited to) security services, Pokémon couriers, apartment complexes, and a non-profit for housing & shelter relief. 

PERSONALITY:

+ Cunning, Charming, Compassionate = Perceptive, Blunt, Prideful - Wrathful, Callous, Sardonic

Corbeau is everything a mob boss should be: cunning, charming, and calculating. He has a strong poker-face with an intimidating glare—sharp eyes with an even sharper tongue that’s rarely ever held back by off-putting cordiality. It’s no wonder most turn the other way.

There’s an undercurrent of moodiness and a bite to his bark, as he demands respect as well as obedience from his subordinates, while being prone to fits of wrath. Though intimidating, Corbeau is an effective leader; he follows his own personal code of honor through leading by example. “My grunts are giving their all—and as their leader, I need to give just as much … and then some!”

While Corbeau is definitely not above using underhanded tactics and means of extortion to get his way, there’s still a beating heart underneath all of that, and it’s one that wants to see the city he calls home be a better place. If he has to muck through the grime of life for it to be done—then so be it.

TIDBITS:

His height is due to malnutrition that stunted his growth as a child. Any slick comments about this won’t provoke him, and at most, will only garner an eyeroll.

Was never officially adopted by Lysandre, but he still received support and guidance from him all the same. Corbeau aged out of any sort of potential foster-care without an official, legal family.

Simultaneously could not give a shit about what others think and yet obsesses over his potentially perceived image others have of him.

Poison-drip designs are tattooed over his top-surgery scars. They match with the rest of his Irezumi on his upper chest, back, shoulders, and arms.

Heritage is from both Johto and Sinnoh.

POKÉMON

more info pending.

VERSES

Super (🐦‍⬛ v. corbeau super) Par for the course with the mainverse, plenty of Corbeau’s mainverse storybeats remain the same, but this time in a superpowered world without pokémon.

He’s still a crime-boss for the Rust Syndicate, opting to control crime to protect the city he calls home, and create a safe haven for those in need. Sure, sure: he’s also still a loanshark … but if he has to muck through the grime of the world for a better tomorrow, then so be it. (Don’t let him fool you completely. He is still enjoying an extravagant life all the same through the extortion of others).

He’s also a human-passing snake mutant. Don't worry ’bout it. 🐍

Powers & Abilities.

Venom that can corrode steel. Sharp teeth. Jaw can split open and unhinge. Forked, split tongue. Minor hypnosis (RE: minor suggestion, if maintaining direct eye-contact).

Has visible patterned scales on his back and shoulders that mimic Irezumi.

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🔩 . PHILIPPE | SECOND-IN-COMMAND

Age: 38 — 40 Height: 6’5ft / 195.58cm Gender: Cis Man “Once you choose your path, there’s no turning back. The only way is forward.”

SYNOPSIS:

Philippe serves as the Rust Syndicate’s second-in-command, a shady organization reminiscent of honorable yakuza, but that wasn’t always the case. Once upon a time: Philippe was the former boss, back when the gang were nothing more but a group of ruffians.

Loss defined Philippe early in life. Raised alongside several siblings, he was soon separated from them amidst the foster care system after a tragic incident claimed their parents' lives. A gentle, elderly couple with plenty of love (and wisdom) to give would offer Philippe a brief, fragile peace before death would take them too. Grief grew into bitterness, and the boy who had already lost everything began to believe the world would only take more, so his anger demanded an outlet.

He found it in the streets. Underground fight circuits and gang skirmishes became his proving ground, and between raw strength as well as a knack for Pokémon battles, Philippe ruled with an iron fist; but it was never enough to put food on the table. 

Then came Corbeau. Younger, cut from the same cloth, yet succeeding where Philippe could not while turning scraps into stability. It made his blood boil, and he sought out to teach this little upstart a lesson. 

Despite the type advantage on Philippe’s side, and despite the differences in brute force, Corbeau still outdid him and the gang each step of the way. Philippe would surrender the title of boss not only out of newfound respect and admiration, but for the survival of his motley crew as well.

Today, Philippe remains steadfast by Corbeau’s side: a loyal enforcer and trusted companion. He takes care of plenty of the more seemingly ‘menial’ tasks for the Rust Syndicate, such as managing the grunts, but there’s only one man that Corbeau trusts more than anything to do it all right.

PERSONALITY:

+ Disciplined, Cool, Dependable = Stoic, Tough-As-Nails, Stern - Stubborn, Guarded, Suppressed

Philippe is a mountain of a man with an imposing demeanor to top it all off; but don’t let any of that fool you—he’s a proper man of his word. Nowadays, he’s polished up his act and is the epitome of cool, composed, and conscientious. Still, beneath the sheen is a rust deep below the surface, an unshakable tenacity held back by chains.

His image and how he presents himself is very important to him; as a proud, dignified member of the Rust Syndicate and as a man. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched to call him chivalrous, but even a man with manners should not be taken lightly, lest he remind you how he became who he is today. “Skarmory, let’s show them how we were before we met the boss—vicious and unrelenting!”

Still, that same iron will that makes him reliable can also make him unmovable. Philippe is stubborn in his convictions and even more guarded with his heart (slow to change and even slower to forgive). Plenty of words remain unspoken as they weigh heavily on his shoulders, but he’ll carry even more for the Rust Syndicate.

TIDBITS:

Irezumi covers the entirety of his arms, shoulders, and entire back down to his thighs. Yeah—his ass, too!

Though he’s now a composed guy, there’s always some sort of internal battle going on in regard to his nature vs action (trying to be better, to be more calm, more reserved, more proper).

His body underneath his suit and tattoos is littered with scars. Some from the underground fight circuit, accidents with his pokémon, and a few current ones from on the job.

Trains with his pokemon by literally wrestling with them on occasion. (Anyone who witnesses this can understand how he got so many scars from his pokemon …)

Has an incredibly refined taste palate. You Cannot Poison Him, He Will Sniff It Out™.

POKÉMON

More info pending.

VERSES

Super (🔩 v. philippe super) Many of Philippe’s mainverse storybeats remain the same, but this time in a superpowered world without pokemon.

He’s still second-in-command for the Rust Syndicate and Corbeau’s right-hand man … well … right-hand cyborg. In his younger, rowdier days—Philippe underwent plenty of cybernetic surgeries in order to further enhance his fighting prowess and overall strength (it’s hard keeping up with supers when you’re just a guy).

Powers & Abilities

Cybernetic implants and bodily enhancements. His lower jaw, front of his neck, and his back are visually mechanical, while the rest of his cybernetics hidden beneath synthetic skin (total cybernetics consist of: lower jaw, neck, arms, hands, and back)

Superhuman strength, endurance, and durability.

Cybernetic back has plating that mimics Irezumi.

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👽// updated my rules !!! yippeeeee yaaaaay !!! no major changes, just shortened and condensed a lot of the wordings 🙂‍↕️ gave the pinned post a new coat of paint too

[reaching for my rent-lowering gun] and if i move two of my canon pokemon muses from my sideblog to my mainblog no one is allowed to make fun of me.

[shetheyslain]

Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things

[zenkai-icons]

Quick-N'-Easy Icon Editing Set-up with Krita!

I'm sure there are already a few tutorials like this one out there, but hey, what can one more hurt?

What's this do?: Krita has features you can use so you can make quick edits to your icons all at once, and save them all out individually with the press of a button. It's a great time-saver, and gives you a lot of flexibility in your edits!

What you'll need:

Krita, a free and open-source painting / image editing program!

Icons!

Part 1: How to export your icons all at once.

( warning: long and image-heavy! Written with beginners in mind. )

Once you open Krita, you'll want to go to Window > Workspace > Animation on the uppermost bar to change the layout for what we'll need, here.

We're going to be using Krita's animation features to make iconing / icon-editing a little easier.

( as an extra note, hitting '1' on your keyboard will set Krita's zoom to the image's actual size, while '2' will have it fill the available space. Helpful for seeing how your icons will appear on the dash. )

Okay, let's get started! Make a new image ( File > New or press Ctrl + N ), set it to whatever dimensions you want ( I default to 100x100px ). Make a new layer ( Click the plus icon in the layers tab, or press ins ), and then put that layer in a group ( Right-click the layer and click group > quick group, or press Ctrl+G while its selected. )

With that grouped layer selected, Grab your icons, and click & drag them into Krita, onto the canvas ( the big empty grey space in the center ). When Krita prompts you, select 'insert many layers.' This will load in each image as its own layer. If you don't have the grouped layer selected, you'll have to select them all and put them back in the group. ( No big deal, just shift + click the first and last layers, and drag them where you need them. )

You can now delete your initial paint layer in the group, if you want. Otherwise it will make an 'empty' icon when we export.

Select that group, then go to Layer > Convert > Convert Group to Animated Layer on the top bar. ( This is only accessible through the top bar, not the menu that appears when you right-click on a group. I don't know why. )

Congrats! Now all your icons are frames in an animation. Each cell on the timeline is a single icon. If you have a scroll wheel, you can scroll to quickly look through them all.

If you can't see all of your icons on the timeline, click the three bars here and set 'clip end' to whatever number of icons you have ( or a little more, for extra wiggle room. )

Find the last filled cell, right-click it and select 'set end time.'

When you're ready, hit File > Render animation.

You'll want to make sure you set it to export as an image sequence, and select where you want your icons to go on your computer. Give them a naming scheme. Make sure you save before you export your icons, as I've had Krita crash while exporting a large number of icons all at once. ( If it does this to you, just try again. Worst comes to worst, you can export by setting the first frames and last frames to smaller chunks instead of all at once. )

Hit OK and voila! No more saving icons out one-by-one!

Of course, we haven't done any editing yet, so this is all redundant unless you're saving out your own freshly-cropped icons. Let's move onto the fun part:

Part 2: Editing

Right-click your new group layer and hit add > filter mask. Choose any you want- for demonstration purposes, I'll be using my favorite: gradient map.

This will put that filter over all frames in that animation layer, meaning you won't have to repeat your edits per icon.

If you want to edit your filter mask after you click off, just right-click it in the layer tab and select 'properties.' It will bring the initial prompt up again for you to adjust.

You can add as many filter masks as you want! The order the layers are in does matter, though, so keep that in mind.

If you want to add frames, banners, name tags, symbols etc, you can do that on layers over or under that animation layer! They'll stay consistent across the 'animation' unless you add new frames to them on the timeline.

If you want to edit your icons again, just do so, and re-export! If the naming scheme and numbers are the same, Krita will automatically overwrite the old files. But watch out; if you're trying to save new icons, make sure you start numbering at a higher number than your last icon, or change the base name.

Happy iconing!

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✦˖° @shelledsnientist: Triton noticeably eyes the little 🏳️‍🌈 pin on Necrosis' suit. And then at the pins on the other ATLAS personnel accompanying the geneticist. "Really now," he raised a feeler in lieu of an eyebrow. "How performative."

ᯓ☣️˖° Necrosis gasped, a metallic gauntlet placed over his chest, all in mock offense and horror. “Why, I never.”

Too bad Triton couldn’t see the little bit of childish glee on his face; how rotted flesh creased his eye with a sickly grin—but perhaps he’d hear it in his voice, instead.

“It’s important to show your support for others, even if it feels . . . well, a little silly. Say: Would you like a cupcake? Madame Dolores brought them in. For the monthly festivities, of course.”

Just then, someone in the distance ran out of the sector 3 breakroom and straight to the bathroom. Ah! We have a loser of the gay gamble. What a shame it wasn’t his other assistant.

“Oh, pity. Who would have seen that coming.”

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ᯓ☣️˖° Ah! Looks like Necrosis is wearing a little 🏳️‍🌈 pin on his containment suit. In fact, looks like most of ATLAS personnel are showing their support with these corporate cute little badges.

“Madame Dolores kindly brought in festive delicacies—” (cupcakes) “—to sector 3’s break room. Do try them when you get the chance.”

A moment passes, and as the assistant hurries off, he whispers to the other assistant beside him. The one who didn’t drop a scalpel into a patient’s open cavity mid-operation.

“Don’t try them. I saw her put a laxative in one. ‘A gay gamble,’ she called it.”

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Doc vc: Huh. That explains my day at the beach last year……………….I thought I went insane(er)………………..

"Hm."

"If it were not for the risks I could have strapped bombs onto them..."

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ᯓ🧪˖° “Why not knives? Sure, way less ✨pizzaz✨ that way, but also way less chance of blowing up your own worms . . . ”

DON’T GIVE HIM IDEAS?

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👽// [sees I was tagged+mentioned in a post about favorite female ocs] C COUGHS BLOOD . . . T. THANK YOU . . . . !

[ludopossum]

— You must pay for everything in this world, one way or another. There is nothing free except the grace of God.

carrd! // r.dr knowledge is not needed to interact !

credit.

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But I wonder. How long do you think you can continue to do this, Doc? To hide? To kill anyone from ATLAS who recognizes you? How long do you think this will work?

✦˖° Earlier . . .

ᯓ🧪˖° “Oh, fuck off.” He spats off at no one. Just his own reflection, and boy, if looks could kill! “As if you have any better ideas.”

Doc ran his hands through his hair and down his face. Exhaustion still plastered over every wrinkle and sun spot. The smell of dirt still clung on his fingernails—even when he wore gloves, and even after he washed his hands.

‘Not much longer,’ was on the tip of his tongue but the old man can’t bring himself to say it. Especially not after he hears gentle footsteps pitter-patter downstairs.

“Did you make soup?”

It has to work.

“You bet. The Frenchiest of soups, in fact.”

[shelledsnientist]

"Oh, it actually contained lactose in it, so yes it could be considered 'actual milk' despite not being produced by a mammary gland."

Triton had stopped stirring now. He set his mug on the table, right across the other scientist, before pulling down the half-mask he typically wore to reveal a mouth that was a bit too wide and way too moist.

"Tasted just like regular milk too...goat's according to one of my colleagues." He blew over the surface of his coffee in between talking. By now he had noticed that he was being stared at. However, he had no idea why.

"Didn't taste bad from what I could allow myself...a pity about all the lactose in it." Of course, he'd refrained from having anything more than a taste (not that this made anything better). He had better things to do than spend his time in the toilet with an upset stomach.

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ᯓ☣️˖° Well, my goodness. Now Father Necrosis had another reason to stare. What a relief it was that the lens of his mask concealed so much of his wandering eyes ( even if they could be felt all the same ).

In a long life such as his, with as many oddities and peculiarities that he had run into—as well as ones he caused, too—Triton certainly stood out. Most Aquarions had, that is. It was very odd and peculiar, after all: for mankind to turn into marine life.

Whatever human features left on Triton had melded into a visage of the uncanny. A mouth almost too wide. Drops of spit and saliva coated at the orifice. Just a touch could immobilize a bull, couldn’t it? If only he had a sample ( it’d tell him so much ).

“Ah. Yes, well . . . I’m sure you’re more than aware that the LCT gene is responsible for allowing your small intestine cells to produce lactase.”

His head tilts and then he shrugs.

“I can help with that, but only if you so wish.”

An offer made all too casually.

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✦˖° @viopolis continued from here !!!

ᯓ💜˖° Oops, and in a split second (a short burst even), the ittiest-bittiest, teeniest-weeniest of giggles sputters out of Peekaboo. What? It was a terrible good pun. 

Oh, but no! You can’t laugh at a villain’s quips; that’s hero 101!!! Uh, next to saving civilians, of course. She forces a pouty frown that still curves up at the ends. “Um, that doesn’t sound like an apology to me!” Peekaboo tuts, and with a flick of her wrist, a magician’s wand shimmers with a twirl.

“So how ‘bout you COOL OFF—” a city-street hydrant not too far off erupts like a geyser and suddenly rushes towards Blast Man under that same shimmer. “—and think it over!”