This is a Roleplay and Ask account for my (mod, @stormbreaker-290) Original Characters, Static and Morgan.
They both live together in a nice little house out in a forest roughly 20 minutes away from the nearest town.
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Static talks "Like this"
Morgan talks "Like this"
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General things and Boundaries:
Feel free to ask them just about anything!! Most things go, but try to at least keep em respectful.
Hate/rage bait asks are accepted when directed towards my characters, but only when out of love of the game (current events and angst) and not genuine hate of them.
Mod swears like a motherfucking sailor, and this is not refrained from in characters either.
There will be some nsfw suggestive/implied content. I always try to tag properly, so if you don't want to see this, kindly block the warning tags below.
I am slow. I take my time formulating responses, and appreciate not being rushed. I have things to do outside of roleplays, and my motivation can be finicky at times.
That being said, I am also forgetful. If you do think I've forgotten about an ongoing rp thread, feel free to @ me or message me a reminder, I don't bite. Usually/silly
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Static and Morgan's backstory
Official Static Playlist
Official Morgan Playlist
Static refsheet
Morgan refsheet (TBA)
↓ More info and used tags under the cut ↓
Static is bisexual, polyamorous, and genderfluid. Their pronouns are he/she/they
Morgan is asexual, demi-panromantic, and nonbinary. His pronouns are he/they
Static and Morgan are partners in a very... non-label fitting way. It's not romantic or sexual, but they're so impeccably closer than just friends. They've lived and died together, seen the worst of eachothers hearts, and the height of their happiness. They're not definable by family, queerplatonic is close, but the best way they could possibly describe each other is "home".
Static is romantic partners with @malwaresilly (Malware and Solaris), @n0va-st3lluna, and @titan-the-tolerated
Static has a two daughters with Malware and Solaris conceived of magic, named Holo and Nembus
Morgan shares a pet Ferret named Milktoast with Scone ( @crumpet-doodles )
Static and Morgan have Astraia ( @multifandomcutie13 ) living with them as a housemate
Tags:
#mod rambles < exactly what it sounds like, used for most out of character posts
#mod draws < used along with my main's art tag, for any doodles I may post here
#mod writes < same as above but with any written drabbles I may cook up
#rp tag < used for every roleplay
#rp tag but gayer < used for the rare instances of more explicit roleplays (if you don't want to see em, this is the tag to block)
#ask static < asks answered by Static
#ask morgan < asks answered by Morgan
#static the beloved < used for just about everything Static, including asks, rps, and other related posts
#morgan the beloved < used for just about everything Morgan, including asks, rps, and other related posts
pretty much all character interactions are tagged with "#[character] beloved" or "#[character] my beloved"
When they're not, it will be either "#[character] the beloathed" or "#[character] the detested" or just the other parties character tag (< The latter doesnt mean they're necessarily hated, just not categorized yet)
...the one outlier in this is "#Titan the tolerated" . Because it's funny.
I use any content warning tags where applicable, though the most reoccurring ones are:
#tw suggestive
#tw slightly suggestive
#tw very suggestive
#tw violence
^ if any of these actually bother you, do yourself a favor and block those tags. you are responsible for curating your own experience, and all we can do is warn you of the contents of our content. Please don't come at me, or anyone else, over harmless rp fun that might've made you uncomfortable. The block button exists for a reason.
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
"you know I'm still gonna worry about you regardless, love.."
Static pauses for a moment, hesitantly releasing their hold on him before crawling closer. He settles right beside Mal, gently bonking their display against his arm and looking up to him with a soft stare, full of nothing but love and care
he slowly brings himself to stand, form turning dark and goopy before splitting into two, colors reappearing as two identical Malwares grin down at static
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
"you know I'm still gonna worry about you regardless, love.."
Static pauses for a moment, hesitantly releasing their hold on him before crawling closer. He settles right beside Mal, gently bonking their display against his arm and looking up to him with a soft stare, full of nothing but love and care
he slowly brings himself to stand, form turning dark and goopy before splitting into two, colors reappearing as two identical Malwares grin down at static
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
"you know I'm still gonna worry about you regardless, love.."
Static pauses for a moment, hesitantly releasing their hold on him before crawling closer. He settles right beside Mal, gently bonking their display against his arm and looking up to him with a soft stare, full of nothing but love and care
he slowly brings himself to stand, form turning dark and goopy before splitting into two, colors reappearing as two identical Malwares grin down at static
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
"you know I'm still gonna worry about you regardless, love.."
Static pauses for a moment, hesitantly releasing their hold on him before crawling closer. He settles right beside Mal, gently bonking their display against his arm and looking up to him with a soft stare, full of nothing but love and care
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
"you know I'm still gonna worry about you regardless, love.."
Static pauses for a moment, hesitantly releasing their hold on him before crawling closer. He settles right beside Mal, gently bonking their display against his arm and looking up to him with a soft stare, full of nothing but love and care
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
He huffs, setting down his tools as he finishes repairing Algol.
He's not going to power the bastard on. Too much work. He's tired.
Tired enough that the magic keeping massive scars concealed is wavering and taking too much of his energy.
With a scowl, he lets the magic dissipate, revealing massive scars to no one but himself.
Massive burn scars on the front and back of his upper torso, scars from when he *became* Malware, visible marks from the two times he nearly lost either of his feet. Several others he doesn't care to remember.
It felt... wrong. Seeing so much damage and being completely unable to fix it.
He sinks to the floor, sudden dizziness hitting him every time he glances at those large yellow marks.
A familiar, soft trill plays before anyone is seen, an air of concern following Static to where Malware currently resides
Static couldn't predict the state she'd find him in... They simply felt something was off. Wether from gut feeling, or the magic pool they were just barely in touch with, remained to be seen
