Hello, hello, hihihihihiiii folks!! This is a general rp sideblog not for just one, but all of my characters! They each have their own worlds and canons, but most of their timelines are specifically based on interactions with @waylay-managment-2 !
I'll be focusing on character's live canon's rather than Waylay ones! Specify for Waylay canon's, I'm happy to write them but they are no longer the priority/default!
Feel free to start an interaction whenever, whether it's directed to a specific character, a whole group, or to all! Along with this, silly asks are always a joy, I love them dearly, they're like little gifts <333
If you're new, check this before you start an interaction please!
My main blog is: @basicallyagremolini (Mainly a dumping ground for spam reblogs and veeerryy sparse art)
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RULES!!!
- Please, keep things sfw!
- A good portion of my characters are minors/generally young so, if you wish to flirt or try anything suggestive, I plead you check their age below!
- If anything could be possibly triggering, please give a warning at the top of your ask! If you're not sure, it's still better to be safe than sorry! I'm not opposed to handling dark topics, but I'd like to be prepared to handle them with tact!
- Generally, so I'm not guessing, address which character you're talking to, please! If not followed, I'll choose a random character to respond.
- Obligatory have fun rule! <333
- Don't be weird. Or a bigot. Hate towards any marginalized groups is not welcome here. I am firm on this.
If the need ever arises, I'll add more as time goes on.
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CHARACTERS!!!
(Sectioned based on their various worlds for clarity since they are wildly different. Emoji's were their tag in the Waylay)
{Note: Vixen and Eclipse died at the same time (despite only Vixen having reached the Waylay); thus, interactions with Eclipse are currently set when both were alive. Please specify whether Waylay or living Vixen is being referred to as well.}
Vixen Swiftshadow - 19 đŠ
She/Her
Vixen Reference Sheet!!!
Eclipse - 19
She/Her
Miscellaneous sillies (literally has no lore. Only silliness:)
Estrella - ageless âŽïž
Any!!!
Estrella Reference!!!
RAIN WORLD (NOT my story, but a video game's!):
Artificer, Monk, and Survivor - Unconfirmed in canon, unconfirmed here đ„/đŒ/đź
She/Her , She/He , Xe/Xer
Artificer, Monk, and Survivor Reference Sheet/Redesigns!!!
Looks to the Moon - O L D đđ
She/Her
Moon Reference Sheet/Redesign!!! (Which I posted on my main blog)
Hello Hello HiHiHiHiHiiiii taps mic general announcement time:
Unless I know you on another platform, know I'm not the most comfortable with repetitive asks from you. This isn't to discourage silliness but set a firm "I'm not obligated to reply" boundary here. I love y'all, keep it up, but I enjoy discussion before character introductions/threads, because, at the end of the day, all of that is another project to juggle.
This is a tad dramatic, I know, but I feel it nessecary to say. All my worlds are stories I've developed for longer than you likely think, they have rulesets and themes and a lot I've poured into them, I just ask that is respected!
The small child pants, instinctively pressing closer to the source of the voice. Their small lungs rapidly try to consume as much oxygen as possible, even with the sharp somethings pressing into them.
Very slowly, Mimiâs eyes begin to crack open. They donât need to focus on fleeing now, so they should take the moment to assess the situation.
Red would do that.
The careful, heaving breaths that fill their chest-
Stutter.
And still.
ââŠohâŠâ
Mimi lets out a tiny, shaky whimper. Their eyes grow rounder, a bloodless pallor turning their skin a waxy white.
Entirely silently, large tears slip down the childâs face. They trail through the dirt and grime on their face, leaving streaks behind.
Theyâre not even struggling.
ââŠdonât kill me⊠pleaseâŠ.â
-đ§
A series of internal fans whirr to life, the creature- NotHumanNotHumanNotHuman- mechanically leans away from Mimi and simply stares.
Her eye slowly takes the view in: the halted breathing, quiet vocalizations; wide, dilated eyes, pale complexion, and...
"You are frightened." A dawning realization, "of me."
Exposed wires spark, her legs- having been poking Mimi- awkwardly stretch to give them some semblance of breathing room. Trembling, though still calm, her centipede body also uncoils.
"I do not..." She grows twitchy, "My purpose wa- was once to cause harm harm," her chassis grows warmer and warmer...
"But my inten- in- intentions have long since sh- shifted. My data classifies ifiesifiesifies- you as a vul- nab.. vulnerable youth, I understand they are never to be harmed, yes?"
She tilts her head, mechanisms loudly working overtime while her face remains.. shockingly blank.
The first to stiffen is Rue. The smaller of the pair takes a tiny step back, feet catching on each other and mismatched eyes going round as saucers.
Before they can get more than a tiny bit away from the tall figure, the adult, the one who KNOWS- the tears begin to flow. Salty water pours from their wide eyes and their hands clutch tightly on the edge of their companionâs uniform.
In response, Mirian bristles. No way in hell is this person dragging them all the way back. This escape has gone too far for it to be abandoned now.
âWhat th- what do you mean by that?â
The brown haired preteen snarls, a swear almost slipping out before stifles it. If theyâre dragged back he can at least avoid extra punishment for his foul mouth.
âWe didnât miss any train,â not that he knows what that is- âweâre fine. F- buzz off.â
-Mirian + Rue
Vixen's brow furrows..
"I mean these streets ain't home to... To..!"
She lowers her voice, though, in her state, is barely quieter..
"The right sort, y'know? They ain't givin' out candy n toys, is all."
Her gaze drifts to the less bold of the two, then back to the obvious 'protector' sort. Not a great combo, that.. She'd know.
After some internal debate, slowly, cautiously, the woman crouches.. Or tries, she overshoots it and instead ends up on one knee.
"I.. I'll say it straight, how 'bout that? Y'kids got anywhere to head back to? Anyone? Don't sit right by me leaving ya to wander, is all."
Amber flinches when the hidden crowd begins to giggle at them, Lumen hears the kid muttering pleas under their breath.
ânot now please, please anything but this..!â
Theyâre excited for the performance, for the blood, for the tears. Theyâll give the same laugh when Amber begs for a second chance-
No, no-! Theyâre good, theyâre safe, theyâre fine.
When Lumen returns Amber moves closer to them.
A scared kid looking towards the older one for help.
âFriends? Are we friends?â Their voice is notably quieter, paying close attention to Lumenâs motions. They look towards the spirit with hopeful eyes, âIâd like that a lot..! youâve been really kind to me.â
After a moment, Amber moves again, and puts their hands underneath Lumenâs. Adjusting ever so slightly to feign holding them. The small kid offers them a somber smile, looking directly at Lumen.
Itâs strangely grounding for Amber despite the context, playing pretend and feeling the warmth on their hands.
âThank you so much for comfo-ting me,â they glance away for a second, â⊠were you hiding from your.. god family..? Parent? Or.. sibling?â
- Amber đȘ
The guardian's eyes soften. Everything about Amber screams that they're familiar with something about this place, which can't be good..
They reciprocate by 'squeezing' the other's much smaller hands.
"Friends..! We.. good.. friends.. Amber."
Hunching over, they... Oh, they wink. The being is being playful.. before despondently looking to the floorboards..
"Hiding from.. sibling. Hiding... A lot."
The curtains part, harshly casting the duo back into the attention of far too many.
Which are now in hysterics, why-
"Hello?"
Everything in the spirit suddenly jolts, they momentarily forget Amber's even by their side as
"Lumen!?!"
The crowd shushes one another as one would expect of giddy children waiting for a prank to finally come to fruition...
And then, silently, someone floats in through a side-entrance. It's an odd combination of things, hard to take in; what, with the coiled orange hair, blue body, paws but also hooves, and a.. skull for a face.
Its eyes- if they could be called such- glaze past Amber in favor of..
"Oh, Lumen, there you are!!"
The spirit- Lumen, then- falls back only to get.. pulled forward. Forcefully, it seems. It's reminiscent of a dog being dragged back to its owner's side, and Lumen can't even choke a word out their eyes are so wide they're scrambling theyre-
The word is wheezed out between sharp- but deep- breaths, Mimiâs small voice grating on the syllables with a raspiness that should be reserved for chain smokers alone.
True to their word, those breaths do not stop. Nor do they grow unsteady or too shallow.
A child should not know how to deal with such intense running.
This child does.
Adjusting their grip to now cling just as tightly onto the new support, Mimi holds onto the cold hand like their life depends on it.
Which it most certainly does.
In a sudden moment of reckless desperation, Mimi tugs the torn jacket clinging to them and tears it away with one free hand and flings it away. At first it looks like a moment of irrationality.
Until said jacket catches onto the nearest pursuer.
Itâs not much of a distraction, but itâs something.
And Mimi hadnât even opened their eyes.
-Mimi đ§
The fabric snags near what could be called a beast's face, disrupting the swarm's rhythm even further as the thing tries righting itself.
Something of a cheer bursts from the distance, as does a loud array of things being thrown. From the sounds of it, it's doing a thorough job of stunning and distracting the hoard.
"Prepare, child, I-"
Mimi's world jostles as the large person rams into something- a door?- and meneuvers from shelves to crumbled beds to form more distance.
All the while, persistent sounds of metal and whirring never fades.. The person also seems to be constantly chattering, running through optimal routes on the fly.
"Worry nau- naught, the brute hand- h- handles herself well.."
It's as much for herself as it is the child she's now dutifully protecting...
Wheezing suddenly, she stumbles down a doorway into a living room. Only rather than continue fleeing, she presses behind a torn couch, hugging Mimi close. In the stillness, numerous sharp things feel to be lightly poking at the child...
"I appear to be co- compromised, allow me a small rest rest, if you would.."
Ah, she's tired, then. Less than optimal- the two are mildly cornered- but her companion could use the chance to catch up, at least..?
Blooming says lightly, waving their good arm from side to side in the air. The skin tugs and shifts oddly against the plants that dig into its pale, dead skin.
âI didnât mean to startle you two. All I intended was to make sure you stayed safe.â
An ominous statement considering the fact that this place had so far been abandoned; besides Bloomingâs garden, it had been nothing but a void for so long.
But there is something dangerous, it seems.
Something dangerous enough to get the dazed, sleepy Blooming to move.
âYouâve been inefficiently attempting to leave. I would be quite rude not to help.â
-The Blooming
"Intentions mean nothing, you stil-
Sorry, safe?
Huh.
Implying uhm.."
They look around cautiously, like something could just now jump out.
"Just our luck-
We are being rather loud-
Stuck in the middle of NOWHERE-
Leroy I'm trying to wink wink nudge nudge here-
With a...... Thing!
That is trying to HELP!! And clearly knows more than us!
I-
Shush!!
Wha-
Can it!!"
Overlapping breathing fills the tense silence.
"I apologize for the rudeness, you've been nothing but amicable! While he has-
You lit-
Please. We're obviously going about this wrong, so what's the right way to go about.. leaving?
Or staying safe.
Or that! I think I heard a name mentioned? Erm... Face.... Less....?"
Despite the spiritâs demeanor, Amber does relax somewhat. If thereâs no performance then they donât need to worry. This might be a Circus but it isnât theirs, it looks nothing like it.
Yet it feels just as oppressive.
They need to remain calm and push past their trembling.
âThatâs.. thatâs good at least! Weâll be okay then!â Amber isnât sure if they should shout, but they yearned to fill to silence with anything other than the chatter of a nameless crowd.
ââŠare you expe-ting someone? A friend or.. family?â They pause for a second before adding, âor a god?â
Amber needed to give them more words to use, if their.. curse..? is what they think it is.
- Amber đȘ
A wince. They fumble to make a 'quiet down' motion before continuing.
"Expe-ting," they'd laugh if they could, "a.... God. Or... Family... God. No... Friend."
Light laughter from the other side, it feels cruel. It feels dramatically ironic.
The spirit grows restless, kicking off thin air to peer past the curtains before returning right at Amber's side.
*leaves out some warm colored spray paint for Whisper to find*
And find it he does: it's rather hard to ignore the persistent itch of a wanderer in the complex, after all...
His talons blindly tap at the peculiar objects, darkness impairing his eyes from taking them in, and an experimental shake startles him into dropping them altogether.
àŒ| ...yaw oN
The thing laughs.
The complex hisses.
àŒ| ?uoy knaht, saw siht reveohW ...mhU
Silence resumes as Whisper, now on a giddy mission, gathers the new additions for his den. There, test swatches, sketches, and touch-ups to long faded murals are made.
Being asleep, it's not currently on watch: Astrid is.
Still, the noise is horribly disruptive, prompting Caspian to gasp and reach for something sharp.... Only for the more clearheaded of them to shove it away.
"Wh-"
"Go to sleep."
"Is that a-"
"Don't worry 'bout it. Sleep."
"But-"
"I will hold you down, do you want that?"
Brief silence.
"Uuuuuuuuugggghh....."
"Thought so."
Rapid, clomping footsteps near and a hand roughly shoves your head into a nearby wall.
"Listen here, fucker, I'm giving you ten seconds to screw off. I hear ya causing trouble, messing with my gang, I ain't letting ya off so easy."
Nikolai Orsen & Wick: You broke the world, and for what?
Whisper: Not a soul remembers you. You're a statistic even to it.
Caspian: Your inaction makes you feeble- you're a coward in every sense of the word.
Kit: You're right, this is too good to be true! One day, you'll wake right back up.
Astrid: You're likeable, sure, but not lovable. What? Like that's a surprise? You knew.
Zelda: You're scary, y'know that? You're terrifying to those that 'love' you- any statements otherwise are lies.
The Ringmaster: Do you really think you're immune to the most important rule in your little show? Are you absolutely certain you cannot rot? That your playtime won't end? You don't feel it already?
Lux: They never wanted your company, is that so hard to get into your idiotic head? They don't want you.
Lumen: It was all you. It was always you. You did this to him. You killed her.
Usera: You won't even realize she's gone!
Kyra: She won't even care when you're gone!!!
Leroy: You'll never be Leroy, it's honestly insulting you're trying so hard to prove you can be.
Yorel: Your worst moments are the real you, don't you realize that?
Seirin: Everyone thinks you're a joke, I mean, really, how could they not?
Tocsin: You'll outlive them.
Zuri: They'll find out. It's not an if, it's a when, dear. And when they do? They'll kill them.
Vixen SwiftShadow: They'll hate you. Your flimsy excuses mean nothing, look at what you've done! They. Will. Hate. You.
Eclipse: No one cares for what you want, silly, weapons don't want things!
