#Maskless: OOC

[slushpunch]

These willmark fics getting to me man buuut of course i had to make the ship 10x better by making them both GIRLS my unguilty proud pleasure

[skyfallstarlights]

//: Hear me out, hear me out: Pyroite with freckles and dimples.

//: I know his face is goop but dimples are still possible with being higlighted by the starlights

[lurxof--thxmaw]

Someone give this poor woman a stim toy

// Don't worry, she's got plenty!

[whirling-fangs]

[[ find yourself someone who looks at you the way Inosuke looks at grilled onigiri ]]

[blind0raven]

K-kibby... why

Master you wear that mask too long lately, and for our deal your safety is my responsibility. You're grounded from it for awhile ^^

You didn't have to yank it off of me....

Oh! We don't have any brown baggies anymore so good luck!

WHAT!?

//Ooc: Hello! Welcome to a new event I'm doing! For now and awhile with any twst rp blogs I've been interacting I'm having a "Maskless Raven"

Any interactions will now be set with "Raven" now maskless until Kibby ungrounds her

I'll be using a blue color font for when "Raven" speaks just how Kibby's is Orange

So have fun exploring how "Raven" actually acts without her mask! (Here's two picrews for "Raven'" actual self till one day I have the motivation again to draw)

1st picrew link

2nd picrew link

Note: I've missed how the Kibby event went and thought of doing this for a long while, its just me having a bit of fun

[blackcurrant-scapegoat]

What's a scapegoat? (@maskless-oblivion)

scape·goat /ˈskāpˌɡōt/

noun

a person who is blamed for the wrongdoings, mistakes, or faults of others, especially for reasons of expediency.

[catscidr]

hi.. hello... may I request a dottore fic w/chronically ill reader? chronically ill as in, can't get enough sleep due to pain, doesn't clean themselves/shower, or doesn't eat a lot due to the pain and loss of appetite.

this part is a bit self indulgent but maybe reader can't walk properly due to it and needs assistance by dottore (or his segments) to hold her hand and let her cling onto them as they walk?

absolutely understandable if not! hope you have a good day :) 🕊

yes!! absolutely!! (included this other ask too bc i felt they were similar enough) im sorry i disappeared for a bit, life happened and this and that and i didn't have time to write and when i did i just.... couldn't write LOLヽ(；▽；) i don't have a chronic illness so i did my best with what i had (google and my own experiences with body pains n stuff(?) ) so pls lmk if there's like. any wording i should change and whatnot. big smoochies to u nonnie i hope this makes you feel at least a little better ♡♡ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a whole lotta fluff, established relationship, dottore is probably a little ooc bc he's very soft, him and The Clones are doting on reader HARD. reader is shorter than the men includes: fem reader, dottore and his segments (Omega is the oldest, Delta is webttore, Iota is the youngest), Columbina is mentioned, fatui npcs are also mentioned wc: 2,3k

The doctor was infamous for being cruel, aloof and barbaric. From his experiments to his way of treating his coworkers, practically everyone that worked in the Fatui wanted nothing to do with him, since even if they happened to not get on his bad side, even being associated with him meant other members of the organization would look at them funny. The only people the Harbinger spoke to daily, apart from you, were his many segments. 

The same couldn’t be said for you though. When you could, you’d spend time with Viktor or Ekaterina whenever they were in Snezhnaya, hang out with Damselette when she was free or simply just make small talk with anyone willing to stop by for a chat. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to enjoy other people’s presence since your body’s been feeling quite sluggish as of late, exhaustion seeping into your limbs much quicker than it should. Your predicament made it so that you were confined to the four walls of your room most days, human interaction being limited to Dottore and his clones. 

Not that you particularly minded, since they were an entertaining bunch. Dottore took care of you most of the time, but since his job was quite demanding, he couldn’t be there for you all the time. Which is where his segments came in. 

“The soup isn’t that hot, and I already blew on it! Just eat already,” Delta grumbles loudly, his patience wearing thin as it made way for aggressive worry to take place. You stick your tongue out at him, a tired and petty act of rebellion despite your situation. 

“I dare you to take a sip. For sure it’ll be able to melt your mechanic tongue right off,” you huff in annoyance, both from the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting and your own patience coming to an end. The man makes a tsk sound, torn between wanting to prove you wrong by humoring your suggestion or wanting to just grab an ice cube and tossing it in the bowl in malicious compliance. He doesn’t have time to decide though, because two people come into your room right as he opened his mouth to reply. 

“Prime told me to check in on you,” Omega says as he breaches the doorframe. “You’re taking too long.” he adds, crossing his arms. The older segment stares down at his maskless coworker, lips curling down in a frown. Delta scowls, readjusting himself on your bed- he was sitting to your right, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder at the interruption, scowl now much more genuine as he glares daggers at the older segment. 

“I would have been back a long time ago if someone,” he doesn’t hide the way his eyes glance over at your sulking form, “had cooperated with me.” Still holding up the spoon he had tried to feed you previously, he lowers it into the bowl while gesturing for Omega to come closer. The latter walks over to the bed calmly while Iota saunters over to your left side, chatting up a storm about how he’s missed you and asking when you’ll be joining them back in the lab again. 

“Maybe if you knew how to speak to women,” the oldest taunts, lips curling into a small grin, the only feature visible on his masked face. You giggle as Delta bites back an insult, purposely ignoring his superior to instead try to make you get something in your system one more time. 

“Where’s Dottore?” you ask the Omega segment, turning your face away from Delta. The latter glares at you, handing over the bowl of soup to the other man. Iota suggests feeding you but is quickly dismissed by the other two, much to his dismay. 

“Busy. Although he said he would come by to test something, if I recall correctly... didn’t mention what it was, though,” the masked segment says, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off. You nod, eating the spoonful when Omega presents it to you, earning a look of disbelief from Delta. “How are you feeling today?” the oldest asks, tuning out Delta’s many choice words aimed at him. You do the same, focused on eating and taking your time swallowing the food so as to not upset your already sensitive stomach. 

“Could be better,” you respond with a sigh. “I feel pain... everywhere. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep,” you add between spoonfuls. Omega nods, letting you rant as he silently listens to you while subtly observing the way your chest heaves up and down, as if your lungs were working overtime to accommodate to an elevated heart rate. 

He hums, dipping the spoon in the bowl to feed you again. You shake your head at him and put a hand up in front of your mouth, your brows creasing your forehead. The clone doesn’t push further and instead hands Iota the unfinished bowl of food, quietly asking for him to put it away. The young boy nods eagerly, happy to be of use as he scurries away. Delta follows after him to make sure he doesn’t break anything, but glances behind his shoulder to take one last look at you, worry obvious on his usually irked face. 

“How long has it been since Prime has last given your previous dose of aspirin?” he asks, leaning closer to you to push your hair out of your face. Expression scrunched up in discomfort from the sudden food intake, you make a noise of discontentment, a vague answer to his question. He frowns but doesn’t voice his displeasure aloud, instead comforting you through your nausea. Noticing pearls of sweat beading up on your hairline, Omega pulls your bed sheets away slightly, making you more comfortable. 

“Can you try swallowing for me?” he asks gently, tilting his head forward and to the side to look at your throat. It takes you a hot second but after some struggle you do as he instructed and swallow, your throat bobbing up as you do, and the segment hums in satisfaction. “Good,” he murmurs quietly, placing one hand on your shoulder to help you straighten your back. 

“Let me help you up. Hold onto my hand for me?” Omega asks, helping you slip out of bed, putting a strong arm under yours to help you stand up. You wordlessly interlock your fingers into his own and wobble slightly, knees weak and devoid of strength, but he holds you up, bending his own knees slightly to accommodate your height. The wave of nausea comes and goes, making your legs unsteady as the clone helps you walk towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom. 

Delta comes back without Iota in tow and immediately notices your discomfort. His legs work faster than his mind and he’s to your left in the blink of an eye, supporting your weight as well to help you and Omega out. The three of you reach the sink counter and as the oldest helps you sit up on it, Delta squints at his fellow clone. 

“Can one of you get my bucket,” you manage to croak out between deep breaths, head slumped forward to rest against Omega’s shoulder. While he rubs soothing circles on your back Delta quickly grabs the bucket you kept in your room, footsteps as silent as he could as to not disturb you. You murmur a quiet thank you to him, sitting up to the best of your ability as you shoot him a grateful smile. 

“Are you feeling well enough to bathe or are you still lightheaded?” Omega asks, one of his gloved hands coming up to your forehead. He feels some heat seep through the leather fabric but waits for your answer nonetheless, crimson eyes covered by his mask staring into you. You nod, leaning into the coolness of his hand. 

“Mmhyeah, jus’ help me out a bit,” you mumble sleepily, exhaustion taking over your nausea. Delta doesn't need to be told twice as he turns on the tap to fill up the bath, keeping a hand beneath it to make the sound of water splashing in the tub quieter to avoid bothering you. 

✧✧✧   

With a towel resting over your head and newfound energy flowing through your limbs, you saunter into your partner’s main lab to find him. Omega had left shortly after you finished bathing, begrudgingly telling you that he had to go back to work- but Delta stayed with you long enough to keep you company while you let your eyes rest. He gave you some painkillers- nothing like what Dottore gave you to keep the pain at bay, but it worked as a temporary solution- and you felt energized enough to leave your bedroom to get ahold of Dottore. 

Delta walked behind you, not wanting to go back to the laboratory just yet but the last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, his mind working up a multitude of scenarios in which you’d get hurt. Although he was all bark and no bite, he still cared about you immensely- more than he’d ever admit. He watches your hair drip water onto the pristine white tiles as you walk and steps on the water with his boots, smudging the liquid to wipe it away. 

“Dottore!” you exclaim happily, eyes lighting up when you finally catch sight of the familiar mop of blue hair paired with his matching tired eyes and scarred skin adorning his face. The Harbinger looks up from his work, eyes displaying a mix of surprise and something akin to irritation- a result from catching him off guard. 

“Darling,” he says softly, quietly enough that you barely catch the loving nickname slipping past his chapped lips. “Did you eat?” he asks, brushing the dirt off his hands on his slacks. You engulf his torso in a warm hug, immediately comforted by the familiar faint scent of his cologne and whatever cleaning supply he used in his lab. He returns the hug gently and Delta looks away immediately, flustered at the sight of his boss being publicly affectionate. 

You respond with a muffled mhm, refusing to pull away. “Didn’t eat much but it was something. Omega ‘n Delta helped me bathe. Took something for the pain. Now I’m here,” you summarize, face still smushed against him. He hums in approval, but concern still creases his brows as he uses one of his hands to rub up your back and the other to dry off your hair completely using the towel on your head. Delta murmurs an excuse before leaving the premises, not able to withstand the pda. 

“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” he says sternly but softly. “I’m working on something that’ll help you in the long run, it’ll do you good to allow your body to recuperate as much as it can. Have you been sleeping alright?” 

You slump against him. Of course he’d notice how tired you were even if he couldn’t see your face. 

“...No,” you mumble. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his head moving as he looks around his workspace, seemingly looking for something. He lets out a quiet aha when he does and he brings his arms down to your shoulders to push you away. 

“I have something you can take to help you sleep. You shouldn’t feel nauseous nor dizzy when you take it as well,” Dottore says, immediately talking about the possible complications before you can even open your mouth to refuse his offer. “I tested it out myself,” he adds, lips curling into a small smile when he sees your face change from a pout to bewilderment. 

“You? The great Dottore, ex-scholar of the Akademiya, willingly taking medication to make him sleep? You never get rest, and you expect me to believe you when you talk about sleeping medication?” you say with an amused scoff. Dottore raises a brow at your teasing but doesn’t comment on it, instead he chooses to brush his pointer finger’s knuckle beneath your eyes. 

“You should believe me because I never get rest, my love,” he says fondly. “And because your dark circles are so prominent, I could probably see them from the other side of the laboratory.” he adds. You huff but lean into his touch, eyes drooping from the burst of energy catching up on your body. You hear him chuckle under his breath as he shifts his body to grab the medication in question and a syringe with a sterilized needle, preparing the equipment to administer it to you. 

“If you get an adequate amount of rest, I’ll take two days off work to take care of you properly. How does that sound?” he asks lightly, flicking the syringe to let out any air bubbles out. You look away with furrowed brows and roll your eyes, but still give him your arm. 

“Now you’re just trying to bait me,” you say, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. He shrugs, not arguing with your accusation because you were technically right. When he’s done with the syringe you feel his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body making you sigh pleasantly. 

You can’t tell what it is that makes your body grow so incredibly tired so suddenly; if it was the medication, the strain on your body or if it was because you just felt that comfortable in Dottore’s arms, but you didn’t really care. As you felt Dottore move you to one of his couches, you reach out to grab onto his sleeve to keep him nearby. 

He complies, crouching to be at your level as you crack your eyes open to look at him. You murmur a quiet love you and shut your eyes contentedly, smiling softly once you feel his lips make contact with your forehead as you hear him clearly say I love you too back. 

[ask-apostle-ghoul]

ooc talking about maskless ghoul//

talking about the whole Jutty Taylor thing going on

I have seen a little bit of talk about what had happened and this is my input. I am not discrediting the victim, in fact I am believing them until Jutty comes out and says something with a bit more depth and explanation. I've had several content creators I adored in the past get canceled and face allegations (I was a fan of Skydoesminecraft, miniladd, ohmwrecker, wilbur soot, like bro i had so many cc i adored end up being pieces of shit)

And for now, my input is. Don't blindly harass and harm the victim. Don't do that. You are not high and mighty for harassing a victim because "Oh [blank] wouldn't do that!" You don't know the person personally. Don't form parasocial relationships. Separate the character from the celebrity. Don't bully/harass/dox, ANYTHING HARMFUL.

[skyfallstarlights]

//: Wait hang on, I might be connecting dots with nothing BUT, if another Star like being saw Faceless Horror Pyroite, would that be similar to looking at a ' mandela catalogue ' situation. Where everything looks fine but not really??

[blind0raven]

-smiling- So we're gonna get you to bed, and you're gonna have a good rest ok? ^^ It's for your own good

I care about you my friend, sleep well and you'll feel better!

We don't need a 2nd Idia pulling all nighters despite its not for video games

Imma add that this is why you need your sleep Rollo~

You'd been alert and not tripping on banana peels cartoon style ^w^ -has a lasso ready if he chooses to run again-

((Pfft old grumpy man boy fell from a peel))

no, no- NO DONT!

((insert dramatic fake death scene here))

[lurxof--thxmaw]

// Absolutely obsessed with the Alice in Wonderland quote hidden in the files of the Residence. Specifically between two paintings of hers. I think about it all the fucking time.

[canonrpfinder]

21 looking for other 18+ writers for an invincible roleplay.

begging to write one of the mark variants against your muses. only looking for people who enjoy ooc and can be patient with responses. discord highly preferred. I want this to be laid-back and possibly longterm. my minimum requirement for replies is no one-liners, as long as it has substance anything goes. I want to keep them somewhat in character so don't expect fluff. show typical violence and tws apply.

the variants I would prefer to write (ordered by preference): sinister mark

maskless mark

viltrumite mark

maybe no-goggles or mohawk

like if interested!

✒

[darkrpfinders]

21 looking for other 18+ writers for an invincible roleplay.

begging to write one of the mark variants against your muses, preferably canon characters. only looking for people who enjoy ooc and can be patient with responses. discord highly preferred. I want this to be laid-back and possibly longterm. my minimum requirement for replies is no one-liners, as long as it has substance anything goes. I want to keep them somewhat in character so don't expect fluff. show typical violence and tws apply.

the variants I would prefer to write (ordered by preference): sinister mark

maskless mark

viltrumite mark

maybe no-goggles or mohawk

like if interested!

.

[blind0raven]

-squeaks surprised- a-ah! o-oh erm h-hello h-haha I'm not doing anything ^^' -trying to hide face shyly-

-kibby hidding somewhere keeping an eye on her master- what are you trying to hide, you're covering your face already with your hair -3-

-sneaking around- a-aaah.... maybe there's some baggies here I can b-borrow... I hope Trey doesn't mind me borrowing them for abit...

( @blind0raven )

?

*he went behind her and peered over her shoulder*

What're you doing?

[2ndbyteofapp1e]

🎸FAQ / PROMO 🌟

"Yeah, my name's Adam. You might know me from the world's most-read book: The Bible. Yeah, I'm THAT Adam. World's first rockstar, bitch."

"Recently, some things have surfaced about my status as Leader of the Exorcists, and I prefer to keep that on the D.L. No one needs to know anything they don't need to know, aight?"

"And don't bring up Lucifer. Fucker already ruined my life enough, and I've curated my online experiences to avoid mentions of him."

(OOC Under the cut!)

Please do mention Lucifer and the Exterminations, riled-up Adam is the best Adam.

Hey, this is @thegilettemindrazer's side blog for RPing as Adam from Hazbin Hotel.

As stated in the blog description, there will be mature and explicit content on this blog, and I will be very liberal with the block button if I suspect something is up.

I tend to roleplay in a paragraph format, and expect roleplay partners to put the effort in to create an engaging narrative. I don't expect lengths to match, but proper grammar and punctuation would be very much appreciated.

Asks are always open, and I'll do my best to answer each and every one! I will be much more lenient with asks, since those will be seen as online messages in this blog's canon.

OOC posts will be tagged as #OOC !

Asks will be tagged #answered ! (And, if applicable, the asker's username)

Starters will be tagged as #adam talks !

Clean maskless Adam icons and promo banner by @likeamothtofame !

I look forward to meeting y'all!

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Support Sandvich oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51142003

by MedicsLeftTit

a collection of one-shots of our lovely support classes. There's going to be some fluff, some angst, a bit of spice, and a good time. please forgive any errors with any German and French. please feel free to DM me any requests on Tumblr @sadtrainnoises

Words: 1862, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sniper (Team Fortress 2), RED Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), RED Medic (Team Fortress 2), BLU Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), BLU Spy (Team Fortress 2), RED Spy (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Archimedes (Team Fortress 2), Sir Hootsalot (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Sniper/Spy (Team Fortress 2), Medic/Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic/Spy (Team Fortress 2), Medic/Sniper/Spy (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: most likey ooc, First fic in YEARS, oneshots, support sandvich, spy dad, Sickfic, feel good, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Non-Explicit Sex, sniper is a recluse, sniper needs a pick me up, spy being a good dad?, medic being less than sane, Sniper's Camper Van (Team Fortress 2), medic and his birds - Freeform, sniper is sick and doesn't want anyone to know, Medic is worried, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Temporary Character Death, Maskless Spy (Team Fortress 2), a little gay, No beta we die like sniper

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51142003