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“ Hey Tasque. ”
There Kris was, sat on a table in the mansion, messing with a little something in their hands. They hadn’t even really looked up to see her, but she sorta had a unique sound to her? Or something? Probably something only Lighteners can hear, but it was basically a hum of some sort.
From what they’ve looked up it’s kinda like how TV’s in the Light World hum or something.
“ I’m not doing something suspicious, so don’t tell mom. ”
Her existence was never truly silent really, whether it was the quiet hum of internal components, or the soft whirring of cooling components, or the click clack of her mouth as she spoke. Her eyes instinctually narrow as the Boss talked.
She chides lightly, hands on her hips as she tilts her head. She takes a couple of steps toward the child, tail flicking idly. Internal components zoom and attempt to identify what it was they had.
@thetasquemanager
Being in the castle was rather strange, as she couldn’t make heads or tails of the place despite if the place was simple to navigate through, and it was certainly stranger with the resident living in the castle.
Speaking of one such resident; Noelle crossed with one of them and if she remembered correctly; her name was Tasque Manager…. Either way, a smile worked on the deer’s face as she approached the other to greet and hopefully start a small conversation with her.
“Hello, Tasque Manager. How are you?”
It’s never a dull moment in the castle! Being the head maid had its benefits after all! Lots of things to clean, lots of things to organize, lists of data and calculations to maintain! Truly a fitting job for someone named Tasque Manager!
At the sound of hoofsteps, Tasque Manager’s floating head rotates 180 degrees to face behind her so that her eyes can locate the sound of the noise. Her torso follows shortly behind, rotating around to match her head. She claps her hands together as her legs face the same way as the rest of her. Eyes close in a pleased grin.
She says, eyes opening again as her mouth clacks shut. She tilts her head, tail swaying idly. Opening her mouth again, she speaks.
(Sorry for low activity!)
(its 2021 if you’re a personal blog tryina interact with a rp blog just stop bro. Anyway)
Attacked [sentence starters]
Monster-themed for the most part, but feel free to change ‘it’ pronouns to something else for a humanoid villain.
“Settle down, you’re safe now.” “Who hurt you? WHAT hurt you?” “I don’t know what it was that attacked me.” “Did you see what they looked like?” “Please, help me. I’m hurt.” “All I remember are teeth and a whole lot of pain.” “I was sure I was going to die.” “I would be dead if you hadn’t found me.” “What the hell was that thing?!” “Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.” “I don’t want to think what would have happened if you didn’t show up.” “Do you have any idea what did this to you?” “Was it an animal? A person?” “It all happened so fast.” “Stop screaming, I’m not the one who hurt you!” “You’ll be alright, just calm down and tell me what happened.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you.” “I’m not sure it was even human.” “That looks like it hurt.” “Help is coming. Just stay calm.” “Don’t just stand there, help me!” “You’re lucky I came by when I did, or else you’d be dead.” “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” “Wh-where am I? What happened to me?” “You never know what might be prowling around out here.” “Why would anyone want to attack you?” “Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?” “A-am I going to die?” “We have to go before it comes back!” “I don’t even know why it left me alive.” “I-I need a doctor. Please.” “Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” “It was you. You did this to me!” “Do you think it’ll come back?” “I-I didn’t get a good look at it.” “It’s okay, I’ll help you. Just don’t try to move.” “How do you know so much about monsters?” “You need to learn how to protect yourself.” “Honestly, it’s a miracle you weren’t torn to shreds.” “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.” “You’re not going to die. I’ll make sure of it.” “Whatever happens to me, make sure the one who did this pays the price.”
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"Psspsspspspssps."
Kris holds a hand out and flicks their fingers to and fro in a come here sort of motion.
That noise, coupled with their gesture gets an ear flick, and a turn of their head as she stares at them. Then, her eyes close and she laughs, holding a hand over her synthetic mouth.
Time to up their game.
Kris drops down into a squat and pulls something blue out if their pants pocket (something that looks like it could've been plucked right out of a certain bird's inflated head).
"Kitty kitty psspssps"
They wave the feather side to side, clicking their tongue and making high pitched kissy noises which they're absolutely certain will lure in the oversized lapcat.
She puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head with a mischievous grin.
She puts her fingers in her mouth to emulate whistling and calls for her Tasques with a loud whistle. Out of seemingly nowhere, they come bounding, sitting by her sides and staring at Kris.
@thetasquemanager
"Psspsspspspssps."
Kris holds a hand out and flicks their fingers to and fro in a come here sort of motion.
That noise, coupled with their gesture gets an ear flick, and a turn of their head as she stares at them. Then, her eyes close and she laughs, holding a hand over her synthetic mouth.
[Royal Laughter]
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@thetasquemanager TM waves at madam Susie!
The wave is returned in kind, guess she wasn’t the only one waiting up for Kris today:
“Oh, ‘sup.”
“Really?”
That was.. nice of her. Unexpectedly so, not that Susie took Tasque Manager to be the stingy type. It was just, the girl had an appetite is all! There was a reason she was banned from free ham sandwich day.
Maybe she’d do something in return, but what that even mean? Maybe she wouldn’t smash the pottery this time? Or, she’d clean up the broken bits she knew she’d kicked under a carpet somewhere? But that was just not being an asshole, can you really call that ‘nice’?
“..I‘ll, heh, try not to clear out shop then.”
Tasque Manager knows all about the broken pottery. And the bits she’d kicked under the carpet. But that’s okay! TM’s function was to keep the order, and that meant cleaning up the messes, it wasn’t Madam Susie’s fault that The Queen had so many odd pots just laying around!
She says, pushing the door open. Almost immediately, two Tasques set upon her, meowing their 16bit soundbits and patting at her thighs. She snaps her fingers twice and they settle, walking in lockstep with her as she walks to the counter and sets her tray down. Turning around, she’s got one hand on each Tasque, petting them softly. They purr their digital purrs, tails swaying.
She says, before crouching down and becoming distracted by her two big ol pretty kitties! Soft mumbling can be heard as she coos softly to them.
[ thetasquemanager ]
Oh sweet lord all mighty oh goodness oh no! Where did she come from?! The sudden voice makes TM straighten up immediately, tail crinkling out of surprise as she whips around, hands behind her back as she stands straight and proper for the Queen.
Straight and proper, that is, minus her head. Her backup sensors register audio and basic video for sure as she rocks on her toes and heels once, voice emanating from her headless neck.
Her voice is not her customized and preferred one, rather the default digital-assistant type one her software came with. Her internal fans have increased in power, indicative of high stress levels.
all this computing , rerouting , fan cooling systems &&. overloading sends all the red flags the queen needs to decipher the incident . after all , as head programmer to tasque manager , it seemed fair that the monarch was able to read her so well . a hand waves , hologram vector brought forth of oversimplified blueprints , arrows jut from figure &&. notes made where specifics were located . thusly hand is brought under jaw , thoughtful as she furrows brow in contempt .
❛ - tm , kittykat , i can tell smth’s up ( &&. not in the good way ) . you’re right in that you need a hardware update at least , maybe i should produce a new headspace for your data mining to be stored ? - ❜ pinkie hooks at lips’ corner , frown tugging sharply in a wince once she looks upon the poor TM currently undergoing duress .
❛ - i’m —– . . . sorry if i haven’t been totally attentive like i should be . - ❜
The Queen apologizing to her? And for what, simply just being the Queen. Perhaps it's her code speaking, but she moves as if she's shaking her head, which of course, is missing.
She knows- or at least, her programming says- that there aren't many spare resources to go around, and synthesizing the parts needed to replacing aging or damaged bits and pieces was taxing enough, let alone making another whole body unit. Standing around was making her ancy however, as indicative of her tail's electrical plug tip flicking back and forth. She bounces on the balls of her feet lightly. Bowing low, as if asking for forgiveness, she speaks again.
@thetasquemanager TM waves at madam Susie!
The wave is returned in kind, guess she wasn’t the only one waiting up for Kris today:
“Oh, ‘sup.”
“Still, uh, on the house.. right?”
Man, letting Kris hold all of the team cash probably wasn’t the best idea in hindsight. It was strange, why had she let them hold it all in the first place? Hell, why did Ralsei?
That was later, now she had sandwiches on the brain. The back of her jacket shifted with the faint wag of her own tail– a mere nub in comparison. As far as most were concerned, it didn’t exist at all.
“Kris has all the cash.. didn’t think it’d take them this long to get back, y’know?”
Oh dear! Tasque Manager hadn’t thought about that, but no matter! Where there are problems, there are solutions! And TM is excellent at finding solutions! She turns her head to the side, eyes closing as she walks.
Her head rotates another ninety degrees, now completely facing Susie. Ok that’s...weird.
She says, essentially offering to pay for Susie’s soon to be sandwich spree. Her floating torso rotates to match her head’s direction, though she still continues to walk toward the cafe. Her free hand gives Susie an enthusiastic thumbs up, before she rotates back forwards completely.
(Heading offline, leave stuff in my inbox if you'd Like! Consider this an inbox call also! Let TM into your inbox!)
who would’ve guessed i was a talented kid … who would’ve thought i’d make a mess out of it
ind. sel. pri. SUSIEfrom DELTARUNE . penned by nael . * read rules before following / interacting .
so like uh you guys are you like doing anything right now ?
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