rose-colored boy

independent oc roleplay blog. written by GB.

[otp-imagines-cult]

Imagine the taller person of your OTP picking up and moving the smaller person around effortlessly.

[victoriousartorius-blog]

@pervyatti

[victoriousartorius-blog]

cool hair.

2D clasped his hands together as he waited for an answer. With his bad luck–it seemed that he had asked a very unhelpful man for help. He glanced around his surroundings again, hoping that he’d recognize it–and…..No, he doesn’t. He then released a sigh from his nose when he realized that it was going to take him a while to get back home.

He patted his hair with his hand. ❝ Oh–this? Thanks! I fell out of a tree as a child–I may have been 11 I think at the time? And all my hair fell out as well!! When it grew back, it was blue! Incredible! I used to be a brunet… ❞ He quickly explained, smiling just a bit at the other man. A rather painful smile, since his head still hurts and he knew he had to return to the studio.

And yet, even with this in mind…He still had to ask…

❝ Did you fall out of a tree? ❞

Artorius listened to his story, looking confused yet also fascinated. He didn’t think humans’ hair could naturally be anything but various shades of brown, blonde, and red–was this guy even a human? His eyes sure did look odd. Not in a mean way, mind you; but they were completely black. Though Artorius hadn’t been around humans long, he knew they didn’t usually look like this. If he got the chance, he decided he may ask.

❝ Uh, a tree? Well, no. You know, I do get asked that a lot. Though, usually they word it differently. They ask me if my mom dropped me on my head as a baby, which also totally didn’t happen, ‘cause like, I don’t think a baby could survive that, you know? ❞ He seemed to realize he was rambling on about nothing in particular and trailed off, clearing his throat before grinning widely.  

❝ Anyway! My hair is completely natural. I was born with it like this, no trees involved. Wowie, that’s so cool, we should be friends! What’s your name? I’m Artorius Maxwell–but you can call me Arto for short. ❞ he greeted with a smile, holding his free hand out for 2D to shake. 

❝ Did you say you needed to get home? I’m terrible with directions. And I haven’t been here that long. We’re basically hopeless. But! I can do my best to help you! If you want! ❞ he offered, perhaps coming off as a bit too excited at the prospect of wandering around in the middle of the night aimlessly with someone he barely knew. He was extremely lonely though, living all alone, and most humans rejected him instead of being even near as friendly as 2D was, so although he didn’t mean it, he was coming off a little too strong.

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cont from x @pervyatti​

The corners of Artorius' lips quirked up into a small smile at their reassuring words, a smile that turned into a full blown grin when they hugged him. He bent down slightly, pretty much picking them up as he gleefully returned the hug, squishing his cheek against their's. ❝ Well, thanks, babe! And–no! You aren't at all. I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do without you! It's..uh. I guess..I guess this is kind of about that, kinda. ❞ he admitted, wide grin fading to the tiniest of frowns as he set them back on their feet. He went to sit down, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in the palm of one of his hands. 

❝ ...R-remember when that guy–Victor–broke in? Like, like last year? ❞ he asked slowly, a little hesitant to bring the topic up.

[victoriousartorius-blog]

cool hair.

Stuart wasn’t quite sure where he was currently, but he was certain of one thing–and that was that the other band members were going to KILL him if he doesn’t make it back home soon. ( Not LITERALLY kill him….Okay, MAYBE literally. ) He just knew that he had one too many beers, wandered off from the pub and is now in–well…Whatever this odd place is. 

God his head hurts….Too bad he didn’t have anything to relieve it right now. He looked over at the stranger and for once, he had to look UP. It’s not too often he finds someone who’s taller than he is. ❝ Excuse me? Do you, do you know where I am? ❞ The other one looked very odd….Definitely not ordinary-human-like. But, Stuart had an ‘odd’ appearance as well, so he wasn’t one to judge.

Artorius stood outside a small shop, the owner of said establishment probably cursing him for coming in and tormenting them at such a late time of night. To be fair, he hadn't quite adjusted to the timezone here yet. It was ungodly late, yet there he was, wide awake. Seeing as he had nothing better to do, he had decided to go exploring, of course unaware of how dangerous that could be at this time of night. He stood there, hood down, exposing his horns, fooling with an umbrella and trying to open it. He hadn't been on Earth for very long; where he came from they didn't have rain, and yesterday he had gotten caught in a storm and gotten totally drenched. So of course, his solution was to harass ask the owner of the shop what could protect him from such an occurrence, and he had came out with an umbrella. ( Apparently it didn't occur to him that he could use his hood. )

At the sound of another voice, he fought back a yelp of terror and surprise, fumbling and dropping the umbrella. He bent down to pick it up and then quickly pulled his hood back over his head, though he knew it was probably too late, and that he had been noticed. Turning to face 2D, he greeted him with a friendly smile.

❝ Oh ! Uh.. ❞ he looked around for a moment. ❝ Well, definitely the city. ❞ he concluded quite unhelpfully. A rather shady as hell part of the city as well, safe to say.  

❝ ..Hey ! Did you notice we have matching hair ?! We. Match ! That's so cool ! How'd you get your hair blue ?! ❞

[victoriousartorius-blog]

Hey pretty boy ;)

✨ –– ❝ Atti !! Hi ! ❞

A pause.

❝ Wait, did you just call me pretty ?! ❞ What a nerd, he’s blushing.

[staticego]

Why is “pretty boy” considered an insult like call me a pretty boy Call me a pretty boy right now I want to be the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

[victoriousartorius-blog]

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they're angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what

do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent

about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when

very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the

head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

('A`) : What does your muse do when they're alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( ... ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn't expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse's laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

[oopsprompts]

“I just hate the sight of blood, you know?”

“OK, don’t take this badly, but I think ‘assassin’ might be the wrong career for you.”

[lukas-musings]

                                                         No matter what it costs ME                                                              I want them 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂

[bunchofrpmemes]

Red vs. Blue starters (Volume 4)

What happened to your body, ___?

I know my name! You can ask me, if you forget.

Hey, is it hot in here? Who wants to help me out of this heavy armor? This breastplate is so itchy.

You must have me confused with someone who’s brave.

No, don’t duck, that makes you harder to hit.

I only eat foods that begin with vowels.

I can’t have you not paying attention. You have to be alert! Constant vigilance! Composed, attentive!

I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t see a damn thing.

You know what? I work better alone.

I need you to step up to the plate. You’re my number 2 man now.

I’m gonna go over to the chow hall and secure some Oreos. I got a diet to keep up.

I wonder, if I killed a ghost, would it come back as a ghost of a ghost?

Oh man, I can’t believe this. My life was going exactly as planned. How did it all go so wrong?

Shut up, you ruined my life.

I think I might need a tetanus shot.

Whoa, man, what is that stench? Is a skunk juggling dead hamsters in here?

You’re not gonna be able to figure out alien language by experimentation, give it up.

I don’t understand. Are- are- are you hungry? Are you cold? Do you need a blanket? ___, do you want some hot dogs in a blanket?

Look, no offense, but I don’t believe in you. You’re just a product of my imagination.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go dig a hole to live in. 

My logical data analysis sector indicates that would be highly unlikely. And my bullshit meter agrees.

Now hold still. For science.

___, stop screening my calls!

This job is the best! I can’t believe you quit!

You’re not exactly the most diplomatic of individuals.

I feel that I’m gonna regret this, but I feel even more that I just don’t care, and that watching this whole thing unravel might be kinda interesting. Go for it.

I know you’re ridin’ high on your new promotion right now, but don’t think you can order me around.

We don’t wanna hurt them, I just wanna make them totally jealous for kicking me out.

Son of a Ben ‘n’ Jerry, who’s gonna help me eat all this ice cream we found?

Sorry to fuck up your quest, dude, but I’m not goin’. 

You better hope that I don’t die, 'cause if I do, you’re the one taking care of my kids.

I don’t know, I think you’re just telling me what I wanna hear.

But you’re a slothful idiot! Treason takes effort! I never expected this from you!

What if I have to kill stuff, dude? I’m a lover, not a fighter.

I feel obligated to say something encouraging.

Come on, hustle up! If you gotta use the bathroom, do it now 'cause I’m not pullin’ over.

You don’t make a very good hostage taker. My last prisoner experience was much cooler.

I think yelling should be reserved for only the most critical of situations. Like when someone drinks milk out of the carton!

You have a hole? Whoa, now that’s cool!

Earth does not suck, Earth rules. We invented the telephone.

If you don’t like the plants idea, how do ya feel about a fountain in the armory? That place is so gloomy.

Dear God, the madness is spreading! It’s only a matter of time before it takes me!

So far this quest is a fuckin’ breeze. I’ve already killed a dead monster. What’s next, we gonna open an unlocked door? Rescue a princess from herself?

This is some greeting. I come to help you guys and you ambush me.

Wait, is this some really weird form of torture?

I lost one of my mittens. We have to go back.

And that’s how I rescued you and saved the day. The end. Any questions?

As you know, I’ve never liked you. Not even a little bit.

I have a first place ribbon in doing nothing. It’s the same ribbon as last place. It’s purple.

This conversation’s stupid, and I’m hungry. Where’s the food?

God damn, man, I would love to live in your world for about ten minutes.

You fool! Can’t you see I’m busy with an evil plot?

I’m not speaking with you until we punish your insubordination and treason.

Okay, this is officially more boring than any of the other times I’ve been to court.

Oh my God, that cake is huge! It’s big enough to fit a person in it!

I’m just using your body to fulfill my evil plans. When we’re done, I’m going to throw your rotting carcass in to a swamp and let the beasts feed on your entrails.

I took four years of high school Spanish. That’s the best way to learn any language.

I ate a pencil.

Here are your orders: eliminate the enemy. Good luck. Also, try to do better and please win.

A sniper rifle is a coward’s weapon. When you kill yer enemy, you wanna look in his eyes so he knows you’re the one who beat him to death!

Uh maybe we should, um, have the doctor explain, uh, just how babies are made, y’know, uh, in case someone in the group, uh, may not exactly know how that… happens.

I don’t want to live in a world without exploding!

See, these tools can be confusing sometimes. That’s why doctors have to go to school for so long. Not that I’m actually a doctor, mind you.

You’re not pregnant.

Would this be a bad time to mention that my stomach just started hurting really bad?

How can you think of soup at a time like this? 

We think that it’s your turn to surrender.

[d-archive1948-deactivated202303]

what are you majoring in?

Disappointing my parents

[oc-things]

Your character tries to make something old-fashioned and uncool, like a waistcoat or bowler hat, part of their outfit; everybody makes fun of them, but they keep wearing it anyway.

[hellqxuen-deactivated20170701]

           “ Occupation: The family disappointment “

[browsedankmemes]

[realfun-funeral]

[contemplativeckik]

[victoriousartorius-blog]

itsblxckdahlia:

Dahlia watched the boy clumsily move around her shop and she couldn’t help but find the sight a little bit funny. It was like some cartoon scene, she mentally compared to it, which made her chuckle lightly. She made her way to the boy and picked up the statuette remains and placed them on the table.

——“It’s all fine, don’t worry about it. Nothing that can’t be repaired. Are you okay?” Dahlia smiled softly as she looked at the boy, leaning against one of the columns she had for set up in her shop.

Artorius whirled around when Dahlia approached him, eyes almost comically wide as he held his hands up in a defensive manner, expecting to get punched in the face. However, when he was only met with kindness, he gave her a confused look underneath the shades and lowered his arms. ❝ ..Oh. Uh, are you sure? Isn't this stuff..like..antique? ❞ he asked, looking around. He gestured with his arms a bit to all the stuff, but then decided that wasn't his best idea considering what he had just done, and he lowered his arms stiffly to his sides. 

Arto gave her a lopsided grin, rubbing the back of his neck. ❝ Yeah! I'm completely fine. Sorry about the..broke..stuff, though. Do you need some help cleaning up? ❞ he asked with a tilt of his head, adjusting his newsboy cap resting on his head.