Welcome To My Insane Utopia

Multi-universe OC RP blog. Feel free to throw me an ask or tag me to start up a thread. Character and Mun details in the Item box.

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Yo! Chummer! (candychamp !o!)

Yo, Candice! How’s it hangin’?

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welp

I can’t comment on replies because Tumblr is a functioning website

fml

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Man, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?

I mean, I guess I never really did touch this blog that much. Someone else seems to have done that for me. I’m guessin’ Cellie’s got something to do with it. She always has something to do with it.

Anyway, I’m back! And boy, do I have some stories to tell! But those ain’t for now. For now, I’m gonna go catch up on my sleep. Trust me, you would not believe some of the shit I’ve been up to since...

...April? That’s the last time this blog was posted on? Shit, I need to get back in gear.

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The Emperor is right here! Diavolo!

“OK, that’s it, I’m filing my complaint with the one responsible for this. Personally.”

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SHEER HEART ATTACK LOOK OVER HERE SHEER HEART ATTACK HAS NO WEAKNESSES

“You can stop any time now.”

[iorhael]

If I follow you & don't roleplay with you...

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100% chance is that I’m stalking your blog from afar, reading your roleplays, sending you anons, & wishing I could be one of the lucky people who write with you but AM JUST HIDING IN A CORNER TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING. 

[relentless-optimist]

Reblog if I can straight up ask you for a RP.

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*There's a very loud WHUMP on the deck of the ship as a suspiciously familiar figure falls from seemingly nowhere...* (petabyte-utopia)

Elly walks up to the figure, blinking before poking their side with her staff a few times. “Are you dead.” she asked emotionlessly, before turning around and waving Naomi over to her. She scuttled over before noticing the cat girl fallen upon the deck, and kneels down to pick them up and put them on her back.

“I’ll bring her to Fiona’s medical bay, you go tell Travis someone’s on the deck.” Naomi ordered, immediately scuttling off to the infirmary as Elly casually walked to the Captain’s Room.

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    Smiling, Travis stands up and looks out the window in between the cot Annette is on and an empty cot beside her. “Well. Once Fiona and Elly are finished making that potion, we’ll raise anchor and set a course for Caleb’s lab in Polta. Though, I don’t know the exact coordinates, I’m sure it can’t be THAT hard to find a laboratory in the middle of a desolate, icy landscape.” Travis joked, before turning back to Annette.

“Oh, also, one thing before I return to the deck so you can rest - I’ve had Elly and Echo analyzing the jar of you-know-who that I managed to obtain. They’ve been hard at work trying to discover how their hive-mind works, but… no success so far.“ He said, looking down slightly. “When we learn anything about her, we’ll let Caleb and Celeste know as soon as we do.” he said, smiling before making his way to the door.

“Get some sleep Annette. Fiona and Elly will be back shortly with the rest of your medicine, and Fiona will most likely begin some operations.” He shuts the door behind him slowly, leaving Annette alone with her thoughts.

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Annette smiled. It was a pleasant surprise to see Travis again after quite some time. She wished the circumstances were much nicer, but stuff happens. At least she’d get to head to the labs and see Papa. The men down there could probably help fix her up even better than a surgery would, with her being a dataform and all.

Perhaps I should get a bit of rest, she thought. It’s not like she could do much else in her current state, and she did feel kind of tired. She let her head roll back as much as it let her, closed her eyes, and let herself drift away…

…A flash of light filled the room as Annette vanished, leaving an empty cot in her place.

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*There's a very loud WHUMP on the deck of the ship as a suspiciously familiar figure falls from seemingly nowhere...* (petabyte-utopia)

Elly walks up to the figure, blinking before poking their side with her staff a few times. “Are you dead.” she asked emotionlessly, before turning around and waving Naomi over to her. She scuttled over before noticing the cat girl fallen upon the deck, and kneels down to pick them up and put them on her back.

“I’ll bring her to Fiona’s medical bay, you go tell Travis someone’s on the deck.” Naomi ordered, immediately scuttling off to the infirmary as Elly casually walked to the Captain’s Room.

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    Travis grabs a napkin and gently dabs at the corner of Annette’s mouth, setting the paper cloth onto the table beside her cot. He then sighs, stretching briefly. “Hmm. So you just randomly teleport at times without even realizing how or when it happened?” He asked curiously, before opening a small leather satchel at his side and pulling out a thermos, taking a sip from it before putting it down on the table near the napkin.

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“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ weird. Like, it generally happens when I go to bed, so I never get to see what actually happens. But I’ll just... wake up somewhere else. Celeste gave me some weird bullshit theory she had about alternate timelines or some shit, but I honestly don’t buy it.”

Annette chuckled weakly. “Heh, Celeste. I wonder how she’s doing. I owe her a visit, to tell you the truth. It’s been, like, a week since I was last home, probably. She’s probably wondering where the hell I ended up this time...”

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*There's a very loud WHUMP on the deck of the ship as a suspiciously familiar figure falls from seemingly nowhere...* (petabyte-utopia)

Elly walks up to the figure, blinking before poking their side with her staff a few times. “Are you dead.” she asked emotionlessly, before turning around and waving Naomi over to her. She scuttled over before noticing the cat girl fallen upon the deck, and kneels down to pick them up and put them on her back.

“I’ll bring her to Fiona’s medical bay, you go tell Travis someone’s on the deck.” Naomi ordered, immediately scuttling off to the infirmary as Elly casually walked to the Captain’s Room.

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    Fiona turned around, closing the cabinet that contained alchemy supplies, then looks at Annette. “You’re on the Turbulent Falcon, the Golden Falcon Mercenaries’ airship. I’m sure Travis has told you about it before, hasn’t he? He’s said that he met you before in some sort of Are-”

Fiona cuts herself off, the door of the hospital-esque room opening. Travis steps in quietly, closing the door behind him and looking at Annette before smiling.

“Ah, I knew I recognized the description Elly and Naomi gave me. You look like you took a pretty hefty amount of damage. How did you even end up here, if I may ask?” Travis questions, before sitting down on a chair beside the cot Annette is resting on. Fiona takes the empty potion cup and goes to wash it out, leaving Annette and Travis alone for a little while.

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Ah, right, the Golden Falcon Mercenaries. To be honest, Annette had almost forgotten about them. At least she knew she was in her own homeworld now.

And, just as if on cue, here came their leader. Her good friend Travis. Good friends with her and her father, to be precise.

“Hey, Trav!” Annette was quickly reminded that movement was still a very bad idea. “Fuck... ow...” She winced. “If I could tell ya how I got here, I would. But I can’t. I just sort of... show up places sometimes. It’s fucking annoying, to be honest. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve been sleeping peacefully at home and just end up randomly finding myself in a pile of corpses or some shit... Falling out of the sky, though... this is new...”

A small bit of blood ran from the corner of Annette’s mouth. “...and fucking painful...”

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*There's a very loud WHUMP on the deck of the ship as a suspiciously familiar figure falls from seemingly nowhere...* (petabyte-utopia)

Elly walks up to the figure, blinking before poking their side with her staff a few times. “Are you dead.” she asked emotionlessly, before turning around and waving Naomi over to her. She scuttled over before noticing the cat girl fallen upon the deck, and kneels down to pick them up and put them on her back.

“I’ll bring her to Fiona’s medical bay, you go tell Travis someone’s on the deck.” Naomi ordered, immediately scuttling off to the infirmary as Elly casually walked to the Captain’s Room.

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Annette awoke upon a comfortable hospital cot, with a young, fairly tall woman with blonde hair and short, stubby angel wings standing with her back to Annette. She appears to be pouring something from a bottle into a small cup.

“Oh, you’re awake! Travis should be here in a few minutes. You took a really nasty fall. Here, sit up for a moment.” the woman asks, wiping at Annette’s mouth and lower lip to get rid of the blood, before gently handing the cat girl the cup.

“Here, drink this, it’ll help you heal your external wounds quicker. I’ll have Elly come assist me in preparing a potion to help you recover from your internal wounds faster, and later I’ll perform some surgery on your broken bones - I can already tell you’ve decimated your left leg, and your arms don’t look much better.” she states, before helping Annette sit up a bit so she can drink the potion.

“I’m Fiona, by the way. I’m the medic of the group.” Fiona says, smiling at Annette before going back to the counter to put away the potion ingredients.

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“Ugh... my everything...”

Annette sat up as the young woman brushed the blood off her lip. She tried to move to grab the cup being moved towards her mouth, only to find herself wincing in immense pain. Just fucking wonderful.

The bittersweet herbal flavor running down her tongue and throat felt refreshing. It felt rejuvenating. It felt strangely familiar, to be perfectly honest. Some variety of health potion, if she had to wager a guess. She finished the drink with a sigh of relief as she felt the pain dull throughout her body.

“Thanks... I needed that...” Annette’s response was weak, and her chest throbbed in pain with each word. Crap, how much of her was broken? It was a damn miracle she was still alive. “I’m Annette... Mind telling me where exactly I am...?”

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Ohh, now who's this? You seem like an interested customer! Welcome! (annapotheosis)

“I thought Cellie put up a no soliciting sign already…”

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*There's a very loud WHUMP on the deck of the ship as a suspiciously familiar figure falls from seemingly nowhere...* (petabyte-utopia)

Elly walks up to the figure, blinking before poking their side with her staff a few times. “Are you dead.” she asked emotionlessly, before turning around and waving Naomi over to her. She scuttled over before noticing the cat girl fallen upon the deck, and kneels down to pick them up and put them on her back.

“I’ll bring her to Fiona’s medical bay, you go tell Travis someone’s on the deck.” Naomi ordered, immediately scuttling off to the infirmary as Elly casually walked to the Captain’s Room.

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“Fuck... Ungh...”

The figure stirred, ears twitching, tail stirring to life. A green glow slowly began to assemble itself over the catgirl’s body, making its way around every inch of her before fading away. An audible groan rose from her lips as she stirred to full consciousness.

...And that’s when the pain of her injuries began to truly set in.

Annette wailed in agony before sputtering blood, her body shivering as the pain flooded into every broken bone in her body. How far had this girl fallen? And how was the airship, of all things, what ended up breaking her fall?

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do you ever just stare at someone’s blog and be like plz rp with me.

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The one day I actually go to check up on my blog and I get greeted by a goddamn copy machine.

.................FUCK.

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I see we both have something to gain here.

[aliitvodeson]

Reblog if your muse loves physical affection like cuddles, massages, head scratches and handholding