your own personal jesus.

Independent RP blog for The Batter from Mortis Ghost's OFF. No longer active. Written by Devon.

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Hello! I realized I disappeared again shortly after my last post, apologies for that, a lot has gone on since.

I’m mostly posting to say a few things I decided after recent events:

I am keeping this roleplay blog. It has some interactions I will probably delete, but it also has some threads I want to refer back to one day.

I don’t think I’ll keep this url for this particular blog. I’m beginning to consider doing some sort of closed RP group, and if I go through with it, this url will be used for that and this blog will have a new one. My way of starting over (again).

Yes, I’ll be back, but I can’t say when. Maybe when I feel all of this has blown over.

That’s really it. Thanks for sticking with me despite all of this.

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hey. kiss. - absenthearted

...

Oh!

Time for the skeleton to get a kiss back.

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memesandthings:

SEND A SYMBOL FOR A CORRESPONDING PROMPT/STARTER.

[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.

[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.

[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.

[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.

[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.

[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.

[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.

[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.

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Hey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Okay, I suppose I need to give some explanation for my absence: I’ve been sick. Like, severely ill, can’t eat much, that sort of thing. I was in too much pain to write or do anything of the sort.

I had to force myself to write again for a workshop application. Considering I wrote almost as much as I did for my college thesis, it got me into the writing frame of mind again. Of course, I’m still sick, but not as sick.

(If things end up going my way, I might disappear for a while again. I’ll try to have some warning next time.)

I’m going to reblog an ask meme. Even if I don’t reply today, I’ll get to it a lot sooner than three or so months from now, I swear.

[bunchofrpmemes]

Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

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Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed | Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

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thelastofoceansfoam:

     The Batter is silent all the way to the amusement park, but unlike his double, he’s not thinking of anything important. To him, their relationship is just a casual affair, and nothing more. It’s the same with his puppeteer, to be honest, and it’s so strange to be around someone who isn’t always telling him what to do. If things could stay like this, it’d be a lot simpler for the both of them.

     Once they’re at the entrance, the Batter stops and stares up at the sign. It’s gaudy, just like the stalls and rides he can see from this point. A huge rollercoaster loops around half the park, almost obscuring the ferris wheel in the distance. The jingle of the merry-go-round and smell of fried food are a bit comforting to him, just because of how familiar they are.

     “With that attitude, it will be disappointing,” the Batter says as he makes his way past the crowd and through the entrance. “You should learn to go into things with no expectations. It is easier that way.”

      “Perhaps.” His double does bring up a good point. If he were to approach the situation with an expectation in mind, he will end up disappointed. “As long as it’s better than the amusement park in the Zones, it will be fine.”

      He’s been there too, right? Batter assumes that the other lived in similar circumstances. Zones, Elsen, amusement parks... It’s a wonder they both survived as long as they have. Different universes are still a relatively new thing for Batter, and although he’s adjusted by now, Lord knows it took him some time. He realizes that he hasn’t asked too many questions about his double’s mission, but part of that is an aversion to talking about his own experience with it.

      Batter follows his double through the crowd, having no problem shoving through people that are in their way. Putting his hands into his pockets, he scans the park, focusing on the roller coaster almost immediately. “Let’s ride that,” he says, gesturing toward it.

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thelastofoceansfoam:

     The Batter spares a glance at his unfinished food, and decides that going to the amusement park takes priority. He’s under the assumption that there’s nothing to eat where they’re going, and he has already stuffed himself enough to last several hours.

     And so, he stands up and adjusts his hat. Only a few steps away from the booth, however, and he’s already stopping. He turns to the side and waits for the other man, the way a doorman does. But there is no door near them, and they are not at a fancy hotel. It’s quite the contrast to his piggish behavior while eating.

     “Lead the way, then.”

      “Very well.”

      There is a fleeting temptation to hold the other’s hand, but Batter resists, telling himself that he can follow him just fine without physical guidance. The amount of time they’ve spent in close proximity is messing with him, he thinks. What they currently have is extremely casual, but not casual enough that such affection can be expressed outside of the bedroom.

      He shouldn’t feel that comfortable around someone already. Their physical similarities made the transition much faster than normal, yet it still strikes him as odd that he’d want any sort of relationship with his double. Batter frowns, shifting his thoughts toward the task at hand.

      It’s not a long walk from the diner to the amusement park. From what he can tell, it will take five, maybe ten minutes tops. Batter digs his hands into his pockets, briskly making his way toward it.

      “I haven’t been to it before. It might be just as disappointing as that restaurant was.”

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sugarrdad:

▌ █ ║ ☣ Ⓣ Ⓗ Ⓔ    Ⓓ Ⓘ Ⓡ Ⓔ Ⓒ Ⓣ Ⓞ Ⓡ ☣ ║ █   ▌       ►

❝ I do not..❞

     He leaves the reply hanging in the air, planning on continuing with a short explanation. Enoch knew perfectly well the vermin that craved the giant’s death was a being of few words. So he’d get right down to the point. And although fruitless, he’d throw a JIBE in there as well. Makes the whole ‘being beaten to death’ much less painful.

❝ Je ne donne pas une merde..❞

     The Guardian scrutinized the Batter with his own judging eyes. Yes, he absolutely did horrendous things, but Enoch had lost the ability to LOVE long ago.  Truthfully he always held a place in his heart for those he considered family and friends, but all others could fall into the sea of plastic for all he cared. 

❝ I am guilty. However monsieur, you are not in a place to be deciding what is and isn’t ‘pure’.. perhaps we have different views on the word. Never the less, you are no savior.❞

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      “... I am no savior?” 

      What a delusional fat ass. No matter how direct Enoch is in his speech, all Batter hears is nonsense. Hadn’t he heard what’s been done in the other Zones? Doesn’t he know how he liberated them, freeing the Elsen from the horrific lives they led? That right there is the definition of purity. Lardass must really be too far gone to realize such a thing.

      “I’d pity you if I had any left to give. There’s only one definition for ‘pure,’ and, unsurprisingly, yours doesn’t fit it.”

      He stares back at Enoch, indifference overtaking his entire being. Batter isn’t intimidated by the other, nor does he believe he can make the fat ass afraid of him. Those that are that delusional only see what they want to see—in this case, Enoch presumably believes Batter could not overpower him in any sort of capacity.

      “This has nothing to do with me. Perhaps you should be bringing your own purity into question before questioning mine.”

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thelastofoceansfoam:

     “I guess.” Right. He was just thinking about that. He enjoys amusement parks, does he not? …Does he? Now that the he brings it up, he’s beginning to second-guess himself. Many of his actions were influenced by the Puppeteer during his quest, and there were times her desires would override his. It’s been so long that he doesn’t remember if the amusement park was his idea or hers.

     …Well, he enjoyed it. That’s all that matters (does anything actually matter, though?). This guy doesn’t have any business telling him what he should or shouldn’t do with his free time, but he’s too lethargic from the food to argue with him. “Sure. Do you know of any around here?”

      He guesses? Has his double been under the influence of his Puppeteer for that long? He knows how difficult it is to find an identity outside of a Puppeteer—hell, Batter’s not even sure if he’s effectively found one for himself either. Life’s easier when there’s someone to tell you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. It’s been some time since he’s been under the influence of another, and in a sense, he misses it.

      ... What a pathetic thing to dwell on. He’s already making decisions of his own by wanting to go to a fucking amusement park.

      “There’s one not too far from here.” He stands up, not wanting to stay in the rundown diner any longer than he needs to. “Come on. I’ll take you there.”

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thelastofoceansfoam:

     “If you want to.” The Batter tips up the brim of his hat, revealing four, unenthused eyes. “I have no desire to go anywhere or do anything beyond attending to my basic needs or purification.”

     The last time he had fun, in fact, was when he visited that amusement park back in Zone 2. It’s gone now though, so, well. It isn’t as if he sought it out on purpose. “Before you say anything else, I am not trying to be gloomy on purpose. I just don’t think about having fun.”

      “You need to get a hobby.” He has no right to be criticizing the other, but the other doesn’t necessarily need to know he doesn’t do much of anything either. “Do you ever do anything without your puppeteer on a daily basis?”

      It’s difficult for him to recall what the touch of a puppeteer truly felt like. Batter mentally shakes the thought off, deciding that dwelling on such frivolous things would be useless. “... Let’s find an amusement park. You like those, right?”

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absenthearted:

          “ Mhmmmmm. “ It sounds like less of a reaffirmation, more like a quiet hum. It feels so nice to be off of his feet– yes, his job was simple nowadays, but that doesn’t mean that it was any less exhausting than it usually was. He’s glad that he doesn’t have flesh– it’s easier for his husband to carry him ( really, how many people can describe their lover as ‘feather light’? he’s just too great ).

          Batter said ‘don’t fall asleep’, right? Oops. He’s slipping fast. After a long period of keeping his eye closed, he opens it and blinks a few times, leaning his head into the other’s chest. “ Hmhmmm. “

      “Mhmmm?” he asks back, trying to mirror the way he said it. Looks like his husband is drifting off after all. Must’ve been a long day at work if he’s already this tired (although he swears he was given less responsibilities on the job lately). The other leaning into his chest causes Batter to smile. Damn him—the skeleton’s made it easier for Batter to do such a thing.

      “I suppose you won’t mind resting on the couch,” he says, already sitting down and letting Gaster rest in his lap. Unfortunately, sinking into the cushions just reminds him of how little he’s slept since the other’s been gone. Shit.

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lamarchand:

✖ – ❝All meats are currently available on the market.  For you, Moloch’s meat, Belial’s meat, and Abaddon’s meat now priced at six, eighteen, and two-hundred credits, respectively.  So what’ll it be, mon ami?❞

      “... Abaddon’s meat. It makes sense to use this for the most overpriced cut of meat that you have.” He digs through his inventory, bringing out two-hundred credits and the coupon he was recently given. “Here.”

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kurotsunolivia:

@badbatter

     The photo in her hand is as simple as the others, but is the only one she’s staring at. It is, after all, the only one with a person in it. The rest remain strewn around her on the carpet she’s sitting on, forgotten.

      He’s used to arrive without knocking by now—considering how many times Olivia texts him to come over, Batter begins to see himself as part of the household. She hasn’t called him over this time. Instead, he decides it would be more fitting to surprise her with an unannounced visit.

      That is, until he sees who is sitting on the living room carpet. His hand is still on the doorknob, and for a moment, he’s tempted to walk right back out again. Unfortunately, the curiosity eats him alive enough to force his feet to stay in the doorway.

      “... You shouldn’t be here.”

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// @grand-chocolatier

      It reeks of sugar. If it wasn’t so easy for Batter to remain straight-faced, he would’ve grimaced—negative connotations come to mind immediately. He grips the bat in his left hand, white-knuckled as he glances at the figure across the room. In truth, he never expected to run into anyone, so the presence of another causes him to immediately be on his guard.

      “... You’re not an Elsen,” he points out. At least, they don’t seem to be. “Why do you possess such an obscene amount of it?”

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// @sugarrdad

      There’s a reason Batter saved Zone 3 for last.

      Sure, it makes sense to go in numerical order—1, 2, and finally 3—but that’s just an excuse he’s used to delay his encounter with the abnormally large guardian. Does he fear him? Why, of course not. Only someone as ignorant as Enoch would claim such a thing. No, it’s simply because Batter knows how powerful he is. Although strong in his own right, there’s no way he could have purified the man from the beginning despite being one of the more threatening guardians.

      He’s too self-aware for Batter’s liking. Disgusting.

      “You’ve done nothing but raise an entire population of addicts for your own gain,” he says, bat ready at his side. Batter speaks bluntly, not even bothering to put up an intimidating front. It would only waste time. “I highly doubt you have any justifiable defense for your impure actions.”

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Made new mutuals recently, so like this post for a starter!! New and old mutuals alike are welcome. (if you’re an OFF blog, just let me know via ask or reply what point in time you want to roleplay in, like pre-game or mid-game or whatever)

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kurotsunolivia:

     “…Dunno. Ask him. He works in an office or something.” Olivia tries to scrape the bits of food off her face the best she can, and tosses the stick in the nearest trash can. If only he were here, if only he were here…Olivia doesn’t realize how hard she’s holding the Batter’s hand until he squeezes back. Only then does she loosen her grip.

     What is she doing? The Batter went through the trouble to buy her food and accompany her through town, but she’s getting this worked up. Guilt strikes her the same time this realization does, and she pulls her hood over her face again. It’s so selfish, especially when her father went out of the way to go trick-or-treating with her.

     …Except, no, wait, this isn’t Sullivan she’s walking with right now, even if this scenario kind of feels familiar. He doesn’t even think of her like that. The lupine mask of her costume quivers along with her as she tries to suppress her tears. In a watery voice, she mumbles, “Sorry.”

      Ah, she seems to be in the dark about her father in general. Does he always leave her to her own devices like this? That seems to be a common theme of every story she tells about him. It’s surprising (even to him) that he hasn’t run into the man by now.

      When she loosens her grip and tearfully speaks, he stops, looking back at her. Even with his lack of social awareness, he feels something is amiss. Slowly, he takes the sheet off, lowering himself to her level. Perhaps he did something wrong without realizing it? That seems to be a pattern with him by now.

      “What?” Hesitantly, he puts his hand on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes. Olivia’s... Upset. Upset and apologizing. “Did something happen? ... Olivia?”