#disrpair

[bungem]

@disrpair 𖹭.ᐟ continued.

◞ ྀི◟‎𓏵 ׁ₍ꕤᐢ..ᐢ₎ . . ❝ Are you referring to your crew? ❞ CURIOSITY profound, Elara looked on at the fox with eyes that glimmered with what could only be garnered as WONDERMENT ; 'twas so very rare she was in close proximity to an individual such as this, what with her having constant guards around her whenever she ventured out among the masses. LEAST of all did she ever find herself in the prison that held the kingdom's WORST -- & yet, for reasons she could not understand, Elara sensed no malicious nor evil intent from him ( at least in regards to HER ).

That gaze, that would surely make lesser folk TREMBLE, was alight with defiance ; Elara respected his determination to remain ever steadfast & strong - willed.

❝ Perhaps I can help you. ❞ Her tone was soft yet FIRM, regality exuding from her in waves as she stood there ; draped in fine silks & a crown of woven, branch-like silver, so out of place in these DESOLATE surroundings. ❝ Though you are a pirate, you're also an experienced voyager. Your talents would be wasted in here. ❞

[originalheroluck]

[proephecy]

*         .                  it   is   not   uncommon   for   her   to   be   alone.   kashi   often   pokes   through   the   adventures   by   herself,   always   a   little   bit   wary,   perhaps      —      ready.   she   never   expects   to   last   very   long.         ❛      hello      .   .   .      ?      ❜         quiet   call,   voice   just   a   shimmer.   her   omen   this   morning   hadn’t   been   good      —      the   tower,   slipped   from   her   pocket.   she   pretended   to   not   have   seen   it.

❛      is   anyone   here   ?      ❜         perhaps   not   the   safest   approach,   but   as   she   walks   along   the   checkered floors   of   the   pizzeria,   she   can’t   think   of   much   else. / @disrpair ,

[daiikaijuss]

@disrpair // f.naf au.

whirrr-whirrrr-CLICK.

golden eyes snap open. servos whir, segmented joints flailing as he comes awake and alive for the very first time. his programming goes into overdrive, bits of memories and personality traits implemented into a robotic casing.

NAME: RODAN. OCCUPATION: DRUMMER. PERSONALITY: FIERY AND HOTHEADED.

"oiiiiii...my head." red claws grasp at the pointed horns on the back of his metal skull. orange light pulses through his core, mingling with the fire like stripes that decorate his animatronic body.

"where the hell am i?" the false memories provide some context- he should be at a pizzeria. he should be with his bandmates, the daikaijus. godzilla, mothra, anguirus...

he dosen't see them on the stage with him, the desolate place he's been set up at. "hey! goji! mothbrain? where are you at?"

[hxzelwallflower]

🔥

@disrpair asked: Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

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People who still call Ocs & self-inserts "cringe" need to get lost in the forest and experience true whimsy. While there's nothing wrong with having boundaries it's not an excuse to talk down to people who write for either, or individuals that are open to interacting with them. It's 2025, let's stop policing people in a community that's suppose to be about creativity.

[consumefear]

you'll never get what you want .

@disrpair

its tongue laves against its buck teeth, crimson lips tugging upwards into a bemused grin. there's something comical about a machine, something mindless and meant to obey, showing such personality.

yet with the lure of entertaining the youth, much it does itself with its favorite face, it can easily see how a persona can morph into something more. an evolution that it has undergone for millions of years.

"you're defending them? why?" it trills from its perch atop an arcade cabinet. it swings its legs back and forth in a ironically childish manner, head tilting- not so much a curious dog gesture, but a neck snapped from a noose.

[hauntmech]

@disrpair

the heavy thu-thump of mechanical footsteps echoes outside pirate's cove, pausing right before the star speckled curtains. he blinks once, twice, ears moving up and down in stiff yet precise movements.

cue toreador march playing obnoxiously loud.