Not Quite Generic

A rowdy band of generics joined the field! Are you prepared? Independent DISGAEA roleplay/ask blog for generic characters; will roleplay with anyone. Based on Disgaea 4 and its Netherworld. I default to the best character for storytelling purposes unless the RPer specifies/requests. Character information & magic anons. List of tags.

[thegenericscaravan]

(( my deepest apologies regarding activity; I have been staving off a horrible emotional crisis and it's been hard to exert energy as of late. I'll return as soon as I can ))

[thegenericscaravan]

♥: Somehow, Leto ended up in the care of this caravan's healer. He was knocked unconscious and only barely started to regain it once he felt her healing magic on him. He vaguely felt a hand on him, and that was when it happened; he caught her hand in his, clung to it, and groaned out, "Y'take such good care 'a me... I love you..!"

"S-sir…" Roll stammered, standing frozen at the bedside of the injured gunner as he held her hand, "You’ve had a concussion, you’re a tad delirious…"

Actually, more than a tad. Soda Pop had finally caught up with the elusive man and bludgeoned him within an inch of his life, then plopped him at her doorstep with nothing more than a note saying “I had my fun, bring ‘im back so I can do it again.” The beastmaster knew her crutch; the healer couldn’t ever turn away from a hurt soul, no matter who or why, and surely she’d get her wish. It was likely that the berserk woman was stalking outside, waiting for him to come out.

"C-could you let me go so I can finish my work…?" she continued and tugged the hand he held so fondly, "You’re actually… cutting the circulation to my fingers…"

[disgaysrp]

Leto’s large eyes stared blankly at her for several moments, reality slowly working its way back to him. Finally, everything seemed to hit him at once. He released her hand faster than one would if they grabbed a red-hot pan, and his already large eyes widened. “Y-yer not - that wasn’t meant for y-you, I - ” he stuttered a few more unintelligible words before attempting to sit up. 

It didn’t work out too well.

"OOGH…" the gunner groaned as all the pain seemed to hit him at once for moving so fast. He sunk back to where he laid and curled up some, squeezing his eyes shut and carefully holding his head. After whimpering for a few more moments, the poor bludgeoned man squeaked out, "I thought ye was someone else…"

[thegenericscaravan]

"I figured so; sorry to disappoint you." she said, and continued to work her magic upon Leto as he whined and winced at her fingertips, "Please stay down, okay? You're in really bad shape and the more you move, not only does this get harder for me, but you're going to end up doing irreversible damage to yourself... I couldn't send you back to your team like that."

It took perhaps half an hour to fully restore the gunman to perfect health after scouring him entirely for every injury his 'friend' had instilled upon his mortal frame. Yes, it was a long while just to be healed, but it was a delicate job, and it needed as much attention as possible.

"There we go." Roll, finally satisfied, stepped back so he could sit up and have some space, "And I promise I'll forget all about what you've said to me today."

[thegenericscaravan]

♥: Somehow, Leto ended up in the care of this caravan's healer. He was knocked unconscious and only barely started to regain it once he felt her healing magic on him. He vaguely felt a hand on him, and that was when it happened; he caught her hand in his, clung to it, and groaned out, "Y'take such good care 'a me... I love you..!"

"S-sir..." Roll stammered, standing frozen at the bedside of the injured gunner as he held her hand, "You've had a concussion, you're a tad delirious..."

Actually, more than a tad. Soda Pop had finally caught up with the elusive man and bludgeoned him within an inch of his life, then plopped him at her doorstep with nothing more than a note saying "I had my fun, bring 'im back so I can do it again." The beastmaster knew her crutch; the healer couldn't ever turn away from a hurt soul, no matter who or why, and surely she'd get her wish. It was likely that the berserk woman was stalking outside, waiting for him to come out.

"C-could you let me go so I can finish my work...?" she continued and tugged the hand he held so fondly, "You're actually... cutting the circulation to my fingers..."

[roleplayermemes]

Send me a " ♥ " for my character's reaction to YOURS accidently blurting out "I love you"

[thegenericscaravan]

Basorexia with either Roll or Rasputin. <3

Roll's caravan would call it a date, but she'd call it an outing.

"Ok, whatever you say!" Aditeya had laughed as she waved her goodbye, "Give him a big ol' smooch, ok~? And if your denial gets in the way, then feel free to give him one from me!"

The thought lasted in her head for the last few hours, as they went about the day together Item World grinding and visiting the various levels of the Netherworld... The more she thought about it, too, the more she started to ache.

She'd only seen his lips maybe one or two instances in all the time they've been together. They were inviting, and the desire to brush her lips against the scars at least once- No, mustn't think like that. Their bond was something inexplicable, sure, but it surely would be uncalled for if she leaned in and-

In the middle of their conversation, Roll found her words slowly diminishing in volume, until she caught up with herself and realized just what she was thinking. Her palms hurried to cover her face - which was reddening by the minute - and cared very little of how this would be received by her lord. It was more important that she stopped this behaviour before it became troublesome, but oh, how fondly she would gaze upon that face...

"A-ah..." she mouthed the words to say but nary a sound emitted beyond unsure stuttering, "Err... uh..."

What a fool he probably saw her as... No, Skippito wouldn't think that. He was more understanding and caring of her feelings; it was a projection of her worries that made her think these things. She'd reprimand herself later for doubting him and assuming the worst from the sweetest creature she ever met.

"I... I'm sorry..." Roll blurted out at last. She knew what she was sorry for, but the poor Heavy Knight wouldn't. Yet.

[thegenericscaravan]

(( Brontide and idk which character ))

"I actually used to be scared of thunder when I was little." she admitted, "Long before Soda and Cake were born, my brothers teased me relentlessly with an old wife's tale about a monster that couldn't be tamed whose roar would split the skies with a crack of white, and before long, I was totally terrified of the sound."

A rumble of thunder echoed and shook the earth below as little droplets of water trickled down from the sky.

It'd been a while after she apologized for Soda Pop's violence. The demons had been served tea prepared by the beastmaster's healer and adjourned into a small sitting room just off of the clinic's lobby. The troubling sister disappeared on a quest to repay Roll for the damages done and a little more for disturbing the sanctuary, so there was little to fret over and plenty of time to relax before he'd have to bolt off. Hopefully the rain would stop by then, but for the meantime, the imminent downpour was a sight to behold from the other side of the window where it was warm and dry.

"Of course, I grew out of that," Pop Rocks continued contentedly, stretching out a bit before taking a sip of her hot beverage, "and now I associate it with a teal-haired pretty boy I find myself enjoying the company of from time to time."

There was a slight purr in her voice that carried the sentence further past its intended length. A tease, or something like it.

"...How'd you become Overlord, anyway? Or even gain something like God of Destruction as a title?" The purr gave way to a more curious tone, upward inflections abound. Her head tilted and so did her hair follow, shifting to one side; it was silly looking, really, considering the volume it had and how ridiculous it could look. "It's a pretty lofty title, and I can tell you're crazy proud of it. You deserve such things, I'm sure: the names, the praise- ...Unless there's something sad about it that I'm not seeing."

[thegenericscaravan]

(( Ayurnamat, with Adi and Eleanor of course! ))

After a long night of mingling with loyal clients of her establishment and introducing Eleanor to them, the well-off entrepreneur of the brothel industry carted she and her companion off to a secluded spot of a VIP room where the two could reflect on the evening's festivities with teases and laughter behind them, seemingly self-promised they'd give each other a good time. So much cavorting surely would lead into a boundless conversation of business and sex and love, and yet...

...they were silent. Truly, utterly silent. After only a little bit of talk, the Carmilla seemed... out of sorts.

Aditeya looked as if she had long since succumbed into a trance - perhaps, even snapping out of one - staring at her femininely sculpted yet monstrous hands. She moved every digit of her fingers slowly, feeling how they flexed. Sometimes it seemed like she had forgotten entirely what she was, and that everything was beyond the realm of surreal.

"I guess it's something I gotta learn, huh." She said as she sucked a deep breath between her teeth and bottom lip. She sounded tired, looked tired, was tired to the extent of its very definition. Never before had the woman expressed what she was thinking at this very moment, no matter how often the opportunity presented itself, and... to be fair, it was intimidating, but to just say such a cryptic thing was rather cruel in and of itself. 

Each time she inhaled, the air caught in her throat the moment she wanted to speak. She turned to Eleanor, moved her mouth, and after several failed attempts, she simply stopped. Her friend was waiting for her to carry on, but something felt so wrong in wanting to say these things. They had so many good times together, why bring something so dour into their relationship? 

"...Ah, forget it." Adi snapped quickly into a small smile, though the body language in her darkened eyes contradicted it. "Live and let live; it's all in the past, so I should just... let it be, right?"

[darkheroclone]

Second gift would go to… Axel! Thankfully, there’d been some word getting around about him going to stay at Alex’s home, so when she dropped off his present, she could get his done at the same time. Just as she did with the other’s gift, she reached into the cage and undid the bundle of fur to make sure the monster inside was healthy and well. A cream-colored ball of fluff stirred for only a minute before falling back asleep, but this one was rather attached to its sleep schedule since its birth. It would grow out of it with age.

"AAAXELLLL I got sommin’ for you, toooooooo!" Pop Rocks called out while gathering the rest of the provisions for the monster, hoping that he’d answer the summon and beat her to the door. "Don’t keep me waiting; you’re getting yours early, so be thankful!"

As luck would have it, Axel has been on his way out the door when he heard Pop Rock’s call out to him. Though somewhat taken by surprised with the unexpected visit, the blonde nevertheless smile widely as he made his way over to her.

"Hey there, Pop Rocks! What brings ya here?" He then blinks, finally registering the rest of her words. "Huh? What’cha mean I’m getting mine early? Are ya saying that you got a gift for me?"

[thegenericscaravan]

"Of course I got you a present, Axel! Do you really think I'd let you go giftless on Christmas?"

Cake Pop elected to help out with carrying the gift meant for the dark hero, commanding great big Lush with a firm "Be good" as the monstrosity of a Cu Sith leered at yet another male that his master was seemingly attached to. His protective and raging jealousy knew no bounds, but he had to be patient with these betas and not charge out to establish his place, lest he hurt the contents of the cages that the beastmasters had so carefully chosen. Hell knows how upset his master would be if they were injured by his recklessness, yet at the very least the child wouldn't distract him from his watch this time.

"Phew, this one's got some heft to it..." the oldest sister sighed as she sat down the iron cage in front of her friend whilst her younger sister toddled quickly behind to set the baskets of books and feed right beside it, "I promise it'll lose some weight in the spring... most is the- ah, I'll ruin the surprise if I tell you!"

Pop Rocks unlatched the cage and reached inside to scoop the fur blanket ball up in her arms, hurrying to catch up any end of blanket that dared to droop down and display what was hidden underneath. Under her breath she mumbled to herself, making a note to keep things more discreet the next time.

Once everything was in order, she huffed a deep breath in exasperation and offered Axel to take it from her. She advised him to hold it as if he would an infant, and to open it slowly, and as little as possible.

"Just so you won't spook it, and it'll stay warm, ok?" she said, "Don't worry, it won't hurt you, but it's pretty fragile."

[squirreltastic]

Send me a word and a character/series/pairing and I will write a drabble:

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. Autolatry - The worship of one’s self. Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage. Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling. Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain. Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures. Agelast - A person who never laughs. Wanweird - An unhappy fate. Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did. Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot. Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
 Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. Baisemain - A kiss on the hand. Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

[thegenericscaravan]

(( i can't sleep and i'm super stressed out so i'd really appreciate something to take my mind off of the things i have going on. have your character send me a word and a character of mine (or you can randomize it!) and i'll write a drabble to it ))

[angsty-askboxmemes]

Soul mates are too fluffy! We all now have time stamps counting down to the moment we're going to meet the person that gets us killed, inadvertently or otherwise. Send "time's up" for my character's reaction to their timer hitting zero right as they met yours.

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[hhansolos]

HELL YEAH IT'S SLEEPOVER FRIDAY

send in your:

confessions

stories about your crushes/friends/etc

pleas for advice

secrets

bad pickup lines

funny or embarrassing stories 

sexy or interesting questions

selfies

just talk to me

ask me shit

whatever you want yo

[fuckmeleowhitefang-deactivated2]

i”M DONE BYE

[thegenericscaravan]

(( i spent 8 hours on this i hate myself ))

[asagikurosugi]

Thegenericscaravan started following you!

[thegenericscaravan]

"My my, someone’s a bit trigger happy…" Aditeya’s sultry voice purred as she put her hands upon her hips and turned up the voluptuous curve, "You should be a bit careful; if it were some of my comrades, you might not be so lucky! Thankfully, you ran into Momma Adi, and I wouldn’t hurt a Prinny. What’s got you so riled up, sweetling?"

[asagikurosugi]

Asagi’s eyes drifted downwards for a moment.  Look at the size of- No, gotta focus.  With a fair amount of effort, Asagi’s eyes looked back at this so-called Momma Adi’s face.

"This is a Netherworld, as I’m sure you’re aware.  You could be here to steal something, or murder someone.  Now, you didn’t answer the second part of the question."

Her grip on the guns loosened slightly, but their aim did not waver, and she looked the carmilla in the eyes for more than one reason.

[thegenericscaravan]

Well of course she knew this was a Netherworld; she lived here, after all! This poor little gunman was so wacky and out of it- oh, but what's this? Did she just see the brazen vixen move her eyes down? 

"I'm just making my rounds, dear." Aditeya laughed, something akin to a tropey old style anime rich girl's chuckle. "I'm on my way to make some money off of some old has-been demon who thinks he's still 'got it in him'. If I wanted to steal or murder someone, I'd do it on an off day~ I don't have the time to loiter around for long tonight, so I wouldn't find it nearly as productive, hm?"

With a charming wink and a pucker of her lush, crimson lips, the succubus leaned in a bit closer and wagged a wayward finger at the brave girl.

"Now why don't you tell me why a cute little darling like you is wandering about pulling guns on a sweet demon like me who's trying to run her business, hmmm? If you make me too late for my appointment, you'll have to make up for what I lose out on~"

[asagikurosugi]

Thegenericscaravan started following you!

Well, calling the demon at the door generic was a bit of a misnomer.  A generic class definitely, but they looked distinct enough to have a unique one to themselves.  Regardless, they had been out there long enough for Asagi to become suspicious.

Flinging the door open, Asagi pointed her guns at the demon’s head.

"Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

[thegenericscaravan]

"My my, someone's a bit trigger happy..." Aditeya's sultry voice purred as she put her hands upon her hips and turned up the voluptuous curve, "You should be a bit careful; if it were some of my comrades, you might not be so lucky! Thankfully, you ran into Momma Adi, and I wouldn't hurt a Prinny. What's got you so riled up, sweetling?"

[overlord-alexander]

I would like to apologize for giving you images of Zetta in a maid outfit. He can't pull it off like Laharl or Val can. Eh Lini?

(( …….. *GRABS TABLET*

I DUNNO DUDE, HE LOOKS LIKE HE’D PULL IT OFF PRETTY WELL! ))

[overlord-alexander]

(( This seems relevant to current events on my dash so I’m bringing it back.

No I’m not sorry. ))

[thegenericscaravan]

The young Shaman seemed puzzled by the way she cocked her head to the side. Cold was a familiar word - one she associated with such a dreadful sensation - and what was so bad about her clothes? Danish looked down to her scant apparel, tugged at her fluffed collar and loincloth belt, before chittering back a response that surely would have been unintelligible to most… if not all.

Thankfully, she was never let alone due to her chaotic nature, and Roll sauntered up from behind to help the poor newcomer in whatever way she could. With a polite bow, she interjected, and drew the child close with her hands placed firmly at the girl’s slender shoulders.

"I’m sorry, she’s not causing you trouble, is she?" the Healer asked, "She didn’t hurt you at all, right?"

[sortakindagod]

He was confused when Danish tried to speak. Huh? The hell was that? Is that even a real language? Though, he soon stopped as another girl walked over, who was wearing much more than the one who spoke - or, at least tried to speak - to him.

"Oh, uh, nah. She’s fine. I’m fine. I was just kinda wondering about what was up with the clothes she’s wearing." Or rather, the clothes she wasn’t wearing. “… Is walking around like that legal here?”

[thegenericscaravan]

"Well, it's certainly not rare... I'm rather sure it's not intentional on her part, either." Roll cracked a bit of a smile, showing her uncertainty on the matter, "Her vision is poor and her behaviour is... erratic at best, so we don't question the way she wears things and we don't try to intervene. To be fair, while she dresses less than a succubus, she's wearing more clothes than some others I know."

As cheekily as possible, the shaman chittered more, then made a vague, lewd gesture of curving her hands over her chest, as if to tease about her undeveloped figure. Her friend swiftly took a hold of the fur-clad wrists and held them still to cease the motion.

"Please don't do that- you're still a child..." Then, the attention returned to the newcomer, as the question further sunk into her head. "I suspect you're not quite from around here, dear, if you're asking things like that. From where do you hail?"

[showmethehotpods-deactivated201]

HOW DOABLE AM I~?

[thegenericscaravan]

✔ if you would do me

✕  if you wouldn’t