#🎭 ~ dimentio ( threads. )

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🎭 ~ dimentio ( ic. )

🎭 ~ dimentio ( threads. )

🎭 ~ dimentio ( aes. )

[musesofthesun]

his mask stays in a smile the whole time. body posture, poise, magic and mask; nothing but the strongest of magics could even detect a sliver of what he's actually feeling. not necessarily a facade, but not genuine either. not yet, at least. dimentio begins to drift after leah, hands hidden under his cloak.

"who'd i be to complain about the house after the door was kindly opened for me? no, no, that wouldn't do." he laughs lightly, bells on his hat jingling faintly. "my dear Az certainly hasn't painted you in the finest furnishings. i know how it is to be beguiled from a secondhand standpoint, so i figured i'd see the troublemaker himself before tossing the dice of decisions."

he certainly admires his surroundings. the complex intricacies of a multipurpose building housing multimedia shows are functional and impressive. it has flair. he can respect that.

"and, well -- i have an offer for you, too. with all respect to your crew, i would appreciate no prying ears. i'm not planning on performing, you see."

"Ah, what can I say; your reputation precedes you! Not just anyone comes a red string away from wiping out the multiverse as we know it, after all~" There's the click of heels on the rooftop 'stage' of the studio below them. It truly was the only way to describe the space. Designed for a grand finale that had yet to take place. "Aren't we all when we see a spectacle worth supporting and investing time into~?"

Just from the nagete hybrid's tone alone, he was rather well-researched on particular events. He had to be after over a hundred years of preparing for his own plans. Given Dimentio's own reputation, the moment he mentions wanting to talk just one-on-one, he can't help a little chuff. "I certainly don't mind playing host for a bit. Especially since I believe I owe you an apology for prodding at your little puppet. I hadn't been aware she'd found her dear creator until recently~ Rest assured that I'll be backing off, since you have her at your side now. Though I take it you've heard a thing or two from her because of my little tests."

"You don't need to worry about my dear cast overhearing anything. We're all typically on the same page regarding any plans and visitor meetings and the minor shadows skittering about aren't sentient enough to retain memory." There's a gesture for the fellow performer to follow. "Just don't mind the mess as we pass the labs. There was a bit of an- erm- incident, regarding one of our newest editions here and we were just finishing cleanup."

[anemcia]

Have you ever been intimidated by somebody based solely on their writing alone?

Have you ever gotten so invested in a thread?

Have you ever turned interactions with another muse away for reasons?

Do you find yourself practicing favouritism with certain blogs/muns/threads?

Munday: Guilty as CHARGED - [ACCEPTING]

//I'm on mobile for the time being so here's a selfie of me and my poké daughter, Konpeita 🎭🌿

Question 1✨: I wouldn't necessarily say I've been intimidated by another person's writing style, but I have been nervous approaching a few muns for roleplays. It's usually in relation to plot development, building relationships and tension between our muses (for better or worse). Sometimes I feel like I might be too pushy and I scare others away. Or that I'm more enthusiastic about something than they are (ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING. MY POOR LITTLE HEART😭). I die a little on the inside just thinking about it lmao. it's less about the writing itself and a lot more about if they're interested at all.

Question 2✨: YES I have gotten rather invested in many threads over the years! Some still trapped in my drafts! Some I'm still waiting for replies over. I am a patient soul, I can wait for the good stuff baby. Uhh there was one that started the same year I began this blog and it was a pretty cool AU I was doing with an imperfect Cell. I had an entire landscape of fun ideas, dramatics, action and so much more, and then... Poof. The Mun vanished. Literally the last post they made was part of our RP, and it's been years since the last update? 2019ish? I wont lie, it definitely did sting a bit, but thats just the way it goes right? I just hope wherever mun went, they're safe and happy.

Question 3✨: I have done it in the past over my eldest blog, I believe. I used to run Dimentio in the mario community, and during that time came a looooot of thirsty muses who were more interested in rattling his jester bones than actually doing anything fun. Had someone try to seduce him with a sexy wink and waggle of the hips, and at this time I was a filthy fujoshi, so "EWW GROSS DESU". Of course, I'm sure ive done this over this blog a few times before, though it's non discriminatory. Usually it's just because I'm very picky, sometimes it's just the vibe, but the grand majority of it all? I'm tired all the time, I have two needy babies and i can only focus on what the brainmeats wants.

Question 4✨: Don't we all? I find myself gravitating towards people / threads I have established a good number of times to enjoy them, but if I had to be more specific?? You, Viopolis, Kiealer, hopefromadoomedtimeline, risingsouls? Top of my list. Maybe it's just because I've had the longest bits of shenanigans with y'all, but a lot of it is the plots. Fun plots, ones ive often dropped the ball on and feel like a douche for. I do apologize for letting you guys down on that end. If it aint me feeling anxious over pestering anyone, it's me saving my energy for my babies who need me. We can pick up where we leave off, yanno? I just get embarrassed easily guys 😔

[musesofthesun]

this man knew who he was. since dimentio isn't directly met with rejection or hostility, he takes this pleasant surprise as a springboard. he was allowed in, after all! his little knocks did him good; he had no intention of brute force breaking in, rather tap-tap-tapping on the gate until someone was kind enough to open it.

now? he has the audience he wants.

dimentio's mask keeps its plastered smile as he offers a bow in return. his hovering hands slip out from under his cloak, one caressing the side of his mask as he tilts his head.

"oh, you flatter me!" he waves a hand, "who wouldn't want to see your studio? word has spread so widely across the worlds, after all, and i'm a supporter of any good shows."

"however, you are correct. i do not only wish to have the pleasantries of sightseeing. i'd come to humbly request an audience with you, behind closed doors! you seem the ambitious type, after all."

@musesofthesun Liked the Countdown Studios Starter Call [ Dimentio ]

"WELL, well, well; if it isn't the little vessel's master~" Though he acts surprised that the color-scheme-sharing jester has made it here, he really isn't. Getting into the little pocket dimension where Countdown Studios was nestled in wasn't an easy task by any stretch of the imagination. The host running the show kept it under tight lock and key and very few managed to bust it. He'd known full well Dimentio was trying to get in it's confines, so in this case he'd allowed his now-guest access.

Popping up at long last, the nagete offers a small bow, straightening the flashy tie around his neck afterwards. "To what do I owe the honor of a visit from the Master of Dimensions and Pleaser of Crowds, himself~? Surely you didn't stop by just for sightseeing's sake."

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"suit yourself," dimentio remarks cheerily, appearing to take a sip of his drink. once done, his smile grows further. perfect. he is in a good position to be striking a deal -- a deal that cannot be refused although, he is certain that this clever creature will pick up on it quick enough. he seems to be cut from a similar cloth as dimentio.

"well, let's say i know about your multiverse-wide plan. take the stage and tear it down, regardless of the performers... save for a few."

it's the same premise bleck offered to his gaggle. dimentio slithered his way in then, he can do so now. he idly twitches his feet.

"then? rebuild that stage any way your crew and you want it to be. what a style of plan that i'm familiar with! however," dimentio clicks his tongue, "i'm not too keen on being one of the actors whom the debris falls on, nor am i keen on my sweet little vessel being crushed either."

"so, i have come to offer a humble proposition. my child and i gain a place in your world, and i can help you out with any loose ends at present -- in addition, if your marvelous scheme, by some slim chance, fails, i grant you and your crew a place in my world if i succeed. how does this sound?"

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dimentio keeps quiet; he gives a few movements in acknowledgment as they move, but seems to be maintaining an air that cuts off small talk. he pays little mind to the shades, instead committing to memory the routes and environment of the building. in case this goes south, he has to know where to go -- he has to keep his options open. confident in himself as he is, he also is not a fool in the intelligence sense.

he only eases up slightly once they're truly in a secure place. dimentio kicks back in the air, right hand hovering out and pressing to the side of his mask. his smile is unwavering.

"ah, no need. i've brought my own refreshments." his other hand zips up, seeming to pull open a box in the air. it flips around, revealing a perfect little martini glass. he grasps it gingerly, the liquid inside seeming dubiously viscous.

"do you desire a refreshment for yourself? i can offer some of mine or wait for you to fetch your own -- i will only begin speaking when you are ready."