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ᯓ🐰˖° Even back then, the city of Nowhere was always a quaint little place. Roadways paved in cobblestone and tall buildings made of brick despite the newfound high-rises that dotted the architecture all around. 

Though, not as quiet as it will be one day. It’s a busy mid-afternoon, especially for those still stuck in school. At least, for those that aren’t playing hooky.

Deathwish smoked a cigarette, one of the ones she snagged from the school’s smoking lounge, and Hotshot wished she grabbed something else other than nicotine. The scent burnt the little hairs of his nostrils. She never was mindful of where the smoke blew after the inhale.

Not like either of them could buy what he wanted. Not in front of the teachers!

They both rested for a moment behind the bleachers, all suited up in their supersuits, momentarily ignoring the call to ‘action.’ Just the routine, weekly mission brief back at base.

“Whatcha think they’re talking about?” Hotshot asked. His leg bounced up and down so fast it was nothing more but a red blur. Deathwish took another inhale and Hotshot coughed.

“Probably the same shit like last week,” she grumbled and then offered over the cigarette towards Hotshot. He casually declined. “Ain’t much happening lately.”

“I guess that's … good … yeah?”

“Yeah. Totally.”

She flicked the cigarette butt to the ground and snuffed it under her boot. That’s why they did this hero stuff, right? Of course. Yeah. That's what every hero wanted. A safe city with safe civilians.

That’s when they both took notice of something far off toward the city skyline. A blip, a sheen, and then an explosion— followed by the light-speed arrival of an unidentified flying object.

“OH, FUCK YEAH!!!” They both cried out, and in less than a heart beat, Hotshot scooped up Deathwish and raced to the scene.

ᯓ✦˖° Somewhere else, in a dimly lit room full of clunky computers and several screens, a spindly man in a labcoat watched the two race off in one of them. His sneakers were kicked up on one of the terminals and he snacked away at some chips, even when another walked in.

“How’s the simulation going?”

“Same old. The twerps were starting to get antsy so figured I’d throw them a bone. Nothing major— just a mini-invasion to get morale up.”

The other scientist snorted and took a seat, but checked out the other screens all around. Looked like the rest of the gang were about to head out, too. “You’re starting to sound a lot like the boss.”

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ᯓ🧪˖° Doc scoffs, but just like before, that grin still didn’t budge an inch (hold on— d-did he really sound like that!?).

“So, you’d really just let an old man die of a heart attack like this? What sort of lady are YOU?” He’s relentless as he ushers the bag back over again. C’moooon, just one little nibble, Schatten! It shouldn’t kill you … well, at least not physically. Who knows what it'll do to the taste-buds.

“I also don’t want to die, that way I can fully enjoy what are supposedly extraordinary cookies baked by none other than THE Schatten, so … ”

Doc suddenly grabs at his chest. The fabric of the sweater bunching up as his legs start to get all wobbly.

“Oh, stars above. It’s begun. Schatten. S....s...save………me………..” He pretends to wheeze and falls over. The bag of salty, green cookies still held up high for the taking!

" Vell, considering your former occupation, as much as you had told me, I had expected you vould say something like 'BaKeD gOoDs HaVe To MuCh SuGaR! ThEy ArEn'T gOoD fOr YoUr HeAlTh!' "

Was she trying to mimic Doc's voice? Absolutely. But like in the worst way possible. Just to mock him just a little. Schatten also obviously withdrawed when the bag of the green cookies were held in her direction.

" I zhink I rather take zhe chance for an old man to die of a heart attack zhan me dying of salt poisoning. "

A pause.

" Besides, if you die now, you can't even taste zhe cookies I'm gonna make for you! Zhat vould be a tragedy and a waste! You can't do zhat to a lady, no? "

She can play the same game.

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aliens are real btw but i don’t really know what their deal is

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ᯓ🐰˖° Even back then, the city of Nowhere was always a quaint little place. Roadways paved in cobblestone and tall buildings made of brick despite the newfound high-rises that dotted the architecture all around. 

Though, not as quiet as it will be one day. It’s a busy mid-afternoon, especially for those still stuck in school. At least, for those that aren’t playing hooky.

Deathwish smoked a cigarette, one of the ones she snagged from the school’s smoking lounge, and Hotshot wished she grabbed something else other than nicotine. The scent burnt the little hairs of his nostrils. She never was mindful of where the smoke blew after the inhale.

Not like either of them could buy what he wanted. Not in front of the teachers!

They both rested for a moment behind the bleachers, all suited up in their supersuits, momentarily ignoring the call to ‘action.’ Just the routine, weekly mission brief back at base.

“Whatcha think they’re talking about?” Hotshot asked. His leg bounced up and down so fast it was nothing more but a red blur. Deathwish took another inhale and Hotshot coughed.

“Probably the same shit like last week,” she grumbled and then offered over the cigarette towards Hotshot. He casually declined. “Ain’t much happening lately.”

“I guess that's … good … yeah?”

“Yeah. Totally.”

She flicked the cigarette butt to the ground and snuffed it under her boot. That’s why they did this hero stuff, right? Of course. Yeah. That's what every hero wanted. A safe city with safe civilians.

That’s when they both took notice of something far off toward the city skyline. A blip, a sheen, and then an explosion— followed by the light-speed arrival of an unidentified flying object.

“OH, FUCK YEAH!!!” They both cried out, and in less than a heart beat, Hotshot scooped up Deathwish and raced to the scene.

ᯓ✦˖° Somewhere else, in a dimly lit room full of clunky computers and several screens, a spindly man in a labcoat watched the two race off in one of them. His sneakers were kicked up on one of the terminals and he snacked away at some chips, even when another walked in.

“How’s the simulation going?”

“Same old. The twerps were starting to get antsy so figured I’d throw them a bone. Nothing major— just a mini-invasion to get morale up.”

The other scientist snorted and took a seat, but checked out the other screens all around. Looked like the rest of the gang were about to head out, too. “You’re starting to sound a lot like the boss.”

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{ OOC } Currently don't have a promo, but if you're interested in interacting with an INTERDIMENSIONAL GENIUS WITH VARIOUS ITERTIONS OF HIM AND HIS TWO GRANDKIDS PLUS AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER WHO'S VAGUELY ASSOCIATED WITH THE LORE, then you've come to the right place my friend~

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🙃🙃🙃 // For Ophelia, Doc and maybe also Necrosis? (If that isnt to much)

✦˖° Send 🙃 for an unhinged and out of context comment from my muse about ANYTHING

ᯓ💜˖° “Blood is sooo weird and, eugh, so messy? Like, that all just … comes out of you? Mm. Okay.”

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ᯓ🧪˖° “I’M GOING TO PISS IN GOD’S DRINK IF IT’S THE LAST THING I FUCKING DO!”

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ᯓ☣️˖° “Yes, yes— go ahead and replace the host’s heart valve with that of a pigs. The risk of blood clots are much lower that way. If we’re out of pig then use cow.”

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✦˖° @mechahero : "It's June, guys." Lambda's tone is solemn, but the kind of solemn that has a joking tint to it (overdramatic much?), arms folded behind his back. "Y'know what that means?'

ᯓ💜🧪˖° “Huh, what? For like … Pride?” Doc asked. He looked back and forth between Lambda and his calendar riddled with scribbled reminders. “Do you mean your birthday? There’s World Martini Day coming up … uh, Day of The Gong it looks like— Summersgiving? Pop-Goes-The-Weasal Day just passed. ”

Ophelia tutted, her own tone now mimicked Lambda's as she crossed her arms. “Oh, Doc. You don’t remember, do you?”

“Whu—r-remember WHAT!?”

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6, 13, 16!

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6. excessive ooc

The only time I ever get overwhelmed with ooc posts is when there's a constant stream of photo posts, RE: 20-30 reblogs/posts rapid-fire in under an hour. I like to keep up with my dash and see what my moots are up to, both ic and ooc, so if my dash gets overflooded frequently and in quick succession, I can get anxious :0

disclaimer: no one i follow does this! trust me, i wouldn’t be able to handle it for long if someone did <w<;;;; I really love how my dash is rn

13. graphics

Everytime I see someone else’s graphics, without fail, I always go 🫵 I want that. Simple? 🫵 I want that. Themed? 🫵 I want that. 🫵 Color-coded? 🫵 I want that. Monochromatic? You’ll never guess what I want dude.

I’ve been thinking about doing a graphic overhaul for funsies, such as omitting the character’s name on their icons, since i noticed it can be a bit distracting if i use multiple icons back to back!

The other thing that’s been on my mind is making the ic answered ask banner smaller and more compact, too. I love the UFO but sometimes i wonder if it makes the post feel TOO BIG.

None of these are actually anything dire so its more for when the mood strikes me :3c graphics are a type of creative outlet that i only ever play with when im Mc’Feeling it!

16. dash games

A TON OF FUN !!! one day i’ll remember to do them when i’m tagged ………… one day

For real though, i always enjoy getting tagged in them as well as seeing them pop up on dash— love the fact they tend to be low-maintence fun that can still provide a chance for some character insight. The song ones are my favorite cause I get to swipe up everyones song recommendations for power >:)c

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illustration commission of Doc vs the Spire Cats for @krtart and @Miissboo! Pesky kittens, stealing all his good junk! commission info

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1. long threads and 20. violent threads?

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1. long threads

Ooh long threads, my beloved. It’s inevitable with me, and I tend to gravitate towards those naturally (i find myself longing for shorter threads sometimes, mostly because of my energy level on lower days, but then i go ahead and write too much anyway!!!)

I do go with the flow however when it comes to how long or short a thread is; in fear of sounding cliche, the quality matters more than the quantity— and sometimes less is more, but sometimes more is needed.

There’s no real need to pad out a reply because it’s too short or trim it up cause it’s too long. I can genuinely tell when there was thought and care put into the writing and that’s what matters. <- biggest thing i ask myself when writing is typically 'how would i feel if i received the response i'm writing?' something something treat others how you want to be treated blah blah

20. violent threads

VIOLENCE GO BRRRRR. Big fan, from cartoon slapstick violence to blood-curdling gore (in the context of writing+reading. I can get squirrely in regard to realistic visuals without warning). 

I do share a sort of “rule” for lack of better terms in regards to violent threads that's hilariously similar to how I handle romance. I won’t jump into violent/fight threads right off the bat as the first thing we ever write together. Too many possibilities for things to go haywire and I prefer that initial vibe check first. we just met and you want to write our characters strangling each other? what are we.................

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7, 9, 17!

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7. DNIs in rules

They sure do say a lot about the person huh? <- I mean that so subjectively neutral— but it is a big indicator of emotional maturity for me depending on how it’s worded.

If it’s a clear-cut, established DNI then that tells me there are boundaries. Cool!!! If the DNI is littered with passive-aggressive insults, even if I do agree with the DNI, I can’t help but wonder when that sort of attitude will be thrown back at me :\

9. personal blogs

When I first started this blog I was vehemently against any personal blogs perceiving me because !!! scary !!!!!!!

A year or two ago, I did have one reblog an answered ic ask of mine and tag it as writing goals WHICH ☝️ was both extremely flattering+humbling but also so scary (I did turn off reblogs on that post so fast skgkrkskg)

Now I’ve sort of chilled out and become indifferent (it gets a giggle out of me whenever I can tell my post was put in their ‘for you’ tab and they like it. like 👋 )

BUT this is also cause I’m an oc blog. That’s nowhere near the amount of potential, unwelcomed traction that those with canon characters may face <w<;;;;;; so I totally understand and sympathize with those who are much more wary.

17. fanon interpretations

Woof. WOOF! Ultimately harmless if not nauseating at most depending on what the fanon is. Another thing I take my hat off to when it comes to those who write canon characters on their blog.

Y’know, I used to rp a TON of canon characters privately!!! D.eadpool and Jack S.picer come to mind, especially D.eadpool circa 2012-2016??2017????

I haven’t kept up with Wade since then though so I’m extremely out of loop with his comics, and I’m unsure if I’d ever want to pick up a character that popular and that riddled with fanon nowadays (even to this day, anytime I order chimichangas, I still get a 10 second debuff to my psyche)

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send a number for me to talk about one of the following topics!

it can be a praise, a complaint, a good memory… anything that comes to mind!

long threads

drabbles

roleplaying with yourself

multiple people threads

dash commentary

excessive ooc

DNIs in rules

reblog karma

personal blogs

anons

magic anons

promos

graphics

icons

animated icons

dash games

fanon interpretations

shipping

smut

violent threads

your current RPC

another RPC you’re part of

another RPC you’re no longer part of

your first RPC

your character

another active muse

an old muse

your first muse

blocking

your choice!

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The whole wide universe at your fingertips. What do you want to do with it?

An indie SU OC multimuse written by Mocha. Somewhat low activity, somewhat selective. Mostly, I just want to write funny rock aliens. Follows back from @mechahero.

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🙃 for Ophelia!

✦˖° Send 🙃 for an unhinged and out of context comment from my muse about ANYTHING

ᯓ💜˖° “Doc told me to stop making fart noises by opening and closing my chest cavity a certain way and then blaming him for it when we’re out in public— so I told him that maybe he should stop farting in public so much.”

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Ophelia. What is it about Necrosis that scares you so much?

ᯓ💜˖° She stilled, sights somewhere else—far off—and the stench of rot came back. It wasn’t there, was it? It couldn’t be, yet she’d never forget it (so many things she’s forgotten; why couldn’t this be one of them?)

Her skin itched and it sloughed off under her nails. Muscle sagged off the bone, all bloated and split, as it fell in between her fingers. Flashes of static shocks illuminated veins tangled in black and there was that stench again. So putrid, in a wet sulfur against her own ozone, while ectoplasm stitched itself back together.

It was hard to see. She looked down at her own eye. It looked backed up at him. Uncovered skin, pale and sickly, mutated in tumorous growths that fell off as they writhed. A sickened miasma spun the room and the static shocks disappeared. 

Ophelia blinked, and she could see again. Her skin was fine. The stench was gone.

“If you’re asking me that,” she finally spoke. “I hope you never have to find out.”

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Is Ophelia immune to The Rot?

ᯓ💜˖°// Technically, no! Most living organisms wouldn’t be immune to The Rot (atm i imagine rot being an organic disease—as it majorly impacts+changes a bodily system—with the peculiarity of it being infectious, unlike most organic diseases). The only organisms that would have immunity to it would be mechanical or inorganic.

Ophelia is still organic so she can get infected BUT THE CATCH: her ectoplasm can completely eradicate the disease from its host. So far, it’s the only known thing discovered that can ‘cure’ it.

Ectoplasm is extremely volatile on its own however, and even when connected to a host, it’s healing capabilities cause extreme stress to the body that simultaneously harms while heals. If the rot won't kill you, then the ectoplasm most certainly will!

Father Necrosis, and at one point Doc, primarily focused on circumventing & controlling this limitless energy. Mostly as a key to the rot's cure, but also it's overwhelming potential to do good (and not so good).