WHAT IS BENEVOLENCE?

ind. pri. sel. RED SOUL OC from DELTARUNE. written by vernal.

[puppetpearl]

With lightning and hurricane, we sear and slice. For we are the architects of true paradise.

ind. sel. pri. PLAYER / RED SOUL of DELTARUNE. written by VERNAL.

rules // info

[puppetpearl]

CHESS PIECES

Black Queen

You are the Black Queen. The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, meaning you are strong in some aspect of your life. Physically, emotionally, mentally, one of these is your strong suit. The queen can move anywhere she wishes upon the board, meaning you have your hands full with all the different tasks and choices in your life. Being the black piece means you work more behind the scenes, working to make sure someone else's plans succeed, or pushing your own agenda. Just be careful who you trust, for all your cunning and beauty, there are reasons why queens were beheaded.

[puppetpearl]

ask-dream-world​:

for a moment she hesitates. she feels the heat in her cheeks, the ache in her heart growing stronger as it pounds against her ribs.

she steps back, letting out a breath, her fingers continuing to wiggle at her sides.

easy does it, angel. one step at a time.

“you could call me one,” she responds. there’s a quick smile on her face, a particular flash to her eyes.

her expression then furrows as she tries to put the proper words together.

she has to be careful. she has to do this right.

“what angel are you looking for?”

[puppetpearl]

ask-dream-world​:

a slow, deep breath, fingers idly fidgeting at her sides. momentary plucks of banjo strings echoing in the back of their mind.

like carillon bells, the house of augustus rings…

of course they were drawn there first. it isn’t the island–it’s some ways from it, if not another pocket dimension. if they’d been allowed to access the core of her first, it would’ve asked too many questions. would’ve exposed her early.

she didn’t want to be checkmated this early in the game.

but this, this place… it’s still a piece of her. of both of them.

and as much as he’s changed…

she knows the truth.

…i still have to try.

–

a white flash of light pierces through the the dark fog, a figure almost materializing from it as it steps out onto the waters. barefoot, pants just shy of any splashes she might cause.

she’d normally be a bit harder to see from a distance, but her blue hues contrast enough against the rose-colored ripples to where it isn’t much of a problem.

“…yes,” she speaks, her voice reverberating across the empty scape.

a few soft sounds, like bell chimes, ring through the air, adding to her response.

a pair of white wings slightly unfurls from her back as she keeps her gaze on the figure.

“tell me. how did you get here?”

the question is just warm enough to be benign, but still somewhat distant. sizing up what she’s facing down.

oh, she feels it in her chest, having to play this game with someone this dear, but by the stars that power her, she’ll play it as long as she has to.

[occasionalrpmemes]

RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!

[puppetpearl]

@suzillaz​ plotted a starter!

The walk into Castle Town is chilly, a nonexistent wind biting at the tip of Susie’s snout as she sneaks into the Dark World after hours. She finds it barren, still as empty as ever, not even Ralsei in sight.

It’s... strange. Not right. But not exactly wrong either.

Her footsteps echo across the cobblestone as they change course. Maybe she could visit Lancer, right? He’s bound to be some kind of fun...

Except, where there was once a path to door, there is now an expanse of black liquid, infinite and empty.

The chill deepens, dragging at Susie’s bones, but it’s not in a threatening way-- it’s more defensive than anything. A quiet warning that all is not secure here. Even as she approaches the edge of the water, watches it glisten as her reflection appears on its surface, the cold persists.

Susie’s breath fogs up as it passes her lips. She has to blink to shake off the chill.

When she opens her eyes, her reflection is no longer there (was it ever there?), replaced with a human she’s never seen before. They have big, round glasses and they watch her owlishly from behind the bars of a rusty cage.

“...a fox it was // it shook, afraid...

i spoke no words // no sound it made.”

[puppetpearl]

ooc. new ic blog over at tripulse! feel free to follow for more pg and more muses....?

[fey--wolf]

— it’s like there’s a door in my mind. and behind it is, is the entire ocean. — and what will happen if you open the door? — i’ll drown.

[puppetpearl]

@ask-dream-world​ liked for a starter!

Is this what Ralsei meant by the angel’s heaven?

An endless expanse of pink water, stretching out to the horizons and yet never touching the sky. A feeling of longing and melancholy permeates through the whole place, chilling PG to the bone. They step forward, and the surface ripples at the slightest contact.

do you remember what’s on the surface of the water?

“h-- hello? is anybody there?” they call. Their voice echoes, reverberating through the dark fog. They half expect a dialogue box reminding them of their utter isolation to show itself.

[puppetpearl]

( @ask-dream-world ) there is a fleeting feeling; flashes of white feathers and stardust. "do you remember what's on the surface of the water?"

Fingers flex and curl into fists, nails digging into the meat of their palms. That voice... they've heard that voice before.

Where have they--

Static rushes their mind, a method of reaching out and preventing their synapses from bridging the gaps of void in their thoughts. They cannot reach it.

And yet... something feels so familiar about the words, that gentle tone, that PG keeps thinking. The surface of the water, that foreign taste of oxygen not diluted by droplets and pressure like hydraulics. Such a thing could only be...

"heaven."

[puppetpearl]

bedinspector​:

     sunday. the one day off from school you get each week. spending it alone is not an unfamiliar practice, especially in recent years, and though that’s seen some change with friends like susie, they think quiet ones like this aren’t so bad. especially seeing as you don’t need to drag them around doing this-and-that.

     …the creak of a door gathers your attention. probably susie, kris thinks to themselves, though noelle and berdly also come to mind as they approach the door. just one day off would be nice. if they just say no, it’s not the end of the world.

     but the bubbling words die in their throat.      human? another human?

     this person… looks human. their emotions aren’t as visible even from this close, but kris grips the side of their front door tightly. they don’t know this person, and no humans live in hometown. or at least - they thought so. maybe meeting humans on the internet was a bad idea. this has to be a consequence for literally sword-fighting with some 30-something by the waterfront.

     an awkward silence hangs heavy. then, dully,      “ …are you here for my mom. ”

“so you can see me.” A scrutinizing squint pulls their features into an unamused look as they stand there, barely free of the threshold. “relax, i’m not your enemy.”

They cross their arms, guarding a hollow chest cavity as if there were a SOUL inside it. PG is an odd individual, to be sure-- they may look human, but a second glance reveals details that don’t match up. Their glasses affix to nothing, their fingers are held apart as if there were webbing between them. Their face doesn’t move quite right.

“no, i’m not here for your mom. i think i’m... lost, and you’re the only person who’s acknowledged my presence so far.” Not a lie, but perhaps not the whole truth.

[puppetpearl]

📺 + was it a choice to assume control?

"that's... complicated. i wish it wasn't. complexity gives me so much grief."

"i wanted a way in, and i got it."

( they sound so bitter. )

[puppetpearl]

📺 + do you feel envy for kris, living in a place like homeworld? do they have it better than you?

"...humanity is something i have sought for ages on ages.

if i could be that, maybe i would feel secure.

but as for whether they have it better than me..."

"at least i have a modicum of bodily autonomy."

[citypoprph]

 send 📺 + a question, and my muse’s shadow will answer it!

( note: shadows are born from humans, and carry with them human emotions, which are mostly negative. many people have their own shadow, filled with their repressed emotions and feelings, and also tend to be twisted reflections of a person, influenced by their own self image, or the unconscious image others project onto them. )

[puppetpearl]

“aw, puppy!!”

[puppetpearl]

ooc. like for a starter !

[puppetpearl]

ooc. hee hoo! like this post and i’ll make you a starter based on some song lyrics chosen arbitrarily.