They / It
" What a beautiful new world!! "
" P-Please.. I-I CAN'T go back... "
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[ PFP BY MEE:3 / @abyssal-indigo]
[Mod's pronouns are It/Its]
I suppose my name would be Trinket..! It’s a recent thing… As it’s been a very long time since I was last called anything by anyone, so apologies for any future mishaps.
I decided to make an account here because it seems almost everyone noticeable in the studio has done it! Hopefully I can get to know you all better from this.
As can be seen, I’m a translucent die! I came from a set but was…
Uhm..
Nevermind..!
But anyways.. Please, do not be afraid to come and chat, I’m always open to conversation.
Heyhey hello hi!!! Person running the blog here typing yeah yay!!! Aka @abyssal-indigo for art and @itisindigos for reblog spam
Uhhh this blog was inspired by like the whole little thing all the TV World RP blogs got going on rn yaaa,,,
Trinket uses They/It!!!!!!
(And is masc presenting)
Rulesss I suppose :
1 - No discrimination at ALL!!! or I’ll like bite you or smth idfk. Example no racism, homophobia, ableism etc etc..
2 - Normally I wouldn’t really care buttt THAT DOESNT MAKE THIS ANY LESS VALID!! Please no NSFW!! I guess you could make like. A suggestive joke?? But I’d still prefer if we didn’t but like WHATEVER!
3 - Likeeee you can be mean in character or to Trinket ig but like. I’d also greatly appreciate if you were kind to me the Mod hi
^ ( I feel as if this is spoken for itself but if it helps you be nice to me I am insanely sensitive in the mentally ill way and most definitely have RSD so I will probably cry or smth,,)
uhm. I dunno what else to put OH YEAHHH lore
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I don’t even know if there are canonly dark worlds outside but uhhh YEAH WHATEVER WHO CARES. I see them as empty wastelands.
Basically Trinket was accidentally dropped outside and not picked up and was alone for a longgggg time. The outside is cold and dark and lonely. Occasionally you’d come by someone but it was not for friendly interaction.
Kris found them and took it home and yayyy now they in TV World! but likeee also it a major people pleaser and super paranoid because it doesn’t want to be thrown out again)):
Okkiiee!! Have fun woohooo huzzah!
Character tags: (cause I want to)
Trinket - Trinket the Translucent Pippins / Crystal Clear!!
So, startin off wit somethin' more popular, Nana's pretty good. Got Futaribeya and Whisper me a love song on my TBR (to be read) thoughs. And den dere's Madoka Magica, but dunno if somethin more tragic's more yer speed. Hmmm. What else... Well, I mean, Life is Strange is up dere wit the more well known wlw games, but it's defo aged poorly among fans. Hmm. Dunno what else I's got, unfortunately.
So, startin off wit somethin' more popular, Nana's pretty good. Got Futaribeya and Whisper me a love song on my TBR (to be read) thoughs. And den dere's Madoka Magica, but dunno if somethin more tragic's more yer speed. Hmmm. What else... Well, I mean, Life is Strange is up dere wit the more well known wlw games, but it's defo aged poorly among fans. Hmm. Dunno what else I's got, unfortunately.
So, startin off wit somethin' more popular, Nana's pretty good. Got Futaribeya and Whisper me a love song on my TBR (to be read) thoughs. And den dere's Madoka Magica, but dunno if somethin more tragic's more yer speed. Hmmm. What else... Well, I mean, Life is Strange is up dere wit the more well known wlw games, but it's defo aged poorly among fans. Hmm. Dunno what else I's got, unfortunately.
we are not enjoying the connections arc anymore. it's gone on far too long, and atp it feels like i cant write suit at all. and i miss writing suit a LOT. it was fun
so. we (me&, trinket mod, and connections mod) have agreed to retcon the arc, and bring back pre-arc suit. any mentions of the arc will, in character, be ignored and treated as if it never happened.
in other words: the old suit is BACK baby!! i have no idea what that'll mean for the future of the blog, but from now on ill probably stick to relationship drama and the like.
* i panic, for a moment, in shock, before i jump to try to hold them back, wrapping my arms around their midsection and trying to pull them away.
please! calm down, down!
* And you choke, eyes wide as breath is stolen and shallow. Empty and hollow in a way that echoes. Your neck feels cold, icy, frigid like snow. Like metal and bone left outside in the snow until they turned brittle. The flesh is cold. The hummingbird thump of a heart pulsing through veins and felt in the hands. Excitement, easy to mistake for being fear. Tail tucked in and twitching as blood falls in thin streams from a neck, from cuts made by claws.
< No. No they wouldn’t give in. Wouldn’t give up. They knew the sweet feel of their dear heart’s neck, the gentle cold that he gave off. This wasn’t right, it wasn’t correct. It wasn’t him. >
No no NO!! Let me GO! It’s not you its WRONG! IT’S WRONG!!
< The pippins practically shrieked their statement, so out of it they barely understood anything themself. All they knew was that this was wrong, and they must protect the right! Its eyes stung from tears, throat burned from yells. >
* i freeze, staring at the door, a little dazed by the sudden noise–so much so i almost forget whats happening.
* Another in the play, not much can be done pinned down and unable to move, for if it was anyone but you. The door slowly creaks open, a scene open to be entered. The next part is here, how fun.
* A serene smile from you greets them, plastered on in moments, artfully fake but nearing the edges of being real, just missing that mark and only looking like a simulacrum, a grimace altered. The pinned you, tail curled up, the injuries and body language belay someone who is in a bad situation.
* i stand dumbly—looking dumb, feeling dumb. my head still throbs with the pain of untreated injuries, arms stiff at my side. i feel useless, useless, useless to help. there's visible relief crossing my features to have another person involved, cause im not sure what to do about this. i struggle to collect my thoughts, standing ramrod straight, tail wrapped stiffly around myself.
* i go limp as im brought away, doing whats wanted of me—though, i can't help but hesitate, glancing back at the other two with concern. i take a second to process the question.
food, food? food? uhm-
* i lean back thinking. this building is so strange... the changes made to it leaving me dazed, directionless. i can't remember where anything is. i look around, trying to think up where there might be any food.
there... should be some in that cabinet, cabinet, i believe.
* i point towards a cabinet, unusually fused into a bar—it looks similar to what rambs bar looked like in a now bygone era.
* You have no more point to pretend here, so, why not put on a show, so, why not drop the guise that you've worn, ill fitting yet not. Slowly, flesh begins to slough off into the watercolors that made it, staining the floors below, and a single baleful eye stares, the scribbles shifting, the surroundings clouded with noxious smog, red and black flooding the area. No neck left for it to hold.
* And freed from a grasp, you rise, the jittering of a form barely existing. And you speak, the echo of applause in the hallow and hollow tones that make up pleasantries and words.
< As the “Suit’s” flesh began to melt off of it, they scrambled off with a yelp, falling backwards and hitting their head with a loud THUNK! As it rose, their mouth ran agape, mind finding itself hollow. >
< Oh GOD…. What…? What..? WHAT.?? >
You— Y-you I-I KNEW YO-YOU WEREN’T REAL!!
< Trinket practically screamed at the disgusting figure, tears flying from them as they pointed an accusatory finger after standing. >
Sh-show…? Yo-you think this is a GAME?? LOOK AT HIM!!?
< As Trinket was grabbed, they lifted a hand up with the intention to HURT. Moments before doing so, their mind had the realization that the grab was to help, not harm. Afterwards, it froze up, breathing being one of the only audible noises in the room. >
< The next moment, they found themself burying its face into Pips’ chest, absolutely sobbing. >
< Damnit, their head hurt.. >
< Yeah, crying now was irresponsible, they should be doing something.. It just.. Couldn’t. >
