redheadedoutlaw

[redheadedoutlaw]

You were not so stupid as to approach the newfound flora without first stepping back and letting other people be bold enough for that. Bold, or ill-advised, or trusting. You trust very little and very few and this seems to work in your favor as far too many around you seem afflicted with incredible misery.

It takes a lot of effort, however, to completely avoid disrupting the flowers or breathing in the pollen -- even for you, and you've had years of training and experience in avoiding traps and alarms and anything that would end badly for you on discovery. Your eyes find a man, climbing a bloom, and caution be damned, you're too curious not to follow him if just to see what he's trying to do.

Huh. Not bad. Some breathing space, figuratively and literally. You carefully lower yourself down with him.

"Not to jinx it, but I don't think this will stay empty for long." You turn to him with a small amused smile. "You'll be fine, though, by the looks of it. What with the whole space suit."

「victory or death!」- Ever since stepping out of the bizarre obelisk and being handed several odd objects alongside a key, he had been met with the view of sprawling vines, carpets of moss, and bizarre flowers. The entire city seemed covered in the flora - certainly not the natural state of things if what he had learned was anything to go by.

Not to mention the vast variety of citizens who appeared to inhabit this place. Was it some sort of hub for life forms from all over the cosmos? It was almost like nothing he had ever seen. He was certain that he had never heard of anything like this within the Empire.

Yet again he tried to open the screens for both his helmet and his armor, but neither responded. The interface refused to work. Neither did his thrusters. The man had yet to find anything that might be jamming either, perhaps it was some quality of this planet itself? It would seem that he could not rely on anything but himself this time to collect information - well, that was nothing new.

He had been on whatever forsaken planet this was for nearly a day now yet he had not dared to take off his helmet. Lotor eyed the occasional hazes of bight magenta with wariness. One foot planted itself on a rather large root as he hoisted himself up and over the obstruction. He placed his hands carefully, stepped even more carefully. All to avoid the flowers - he had seen them explode under another unfortunate soul's footing and he had seen the spores they expelled. Surely nothing good.

Clearly inhalation was... ill advised. He had heard a broadcast on repeat about it. He had seen others with moss growing over their skin.

Lips pressed thin. Just what had he come into?

As he climbed down the other side of the mossy bloom he found something he hadn't expected considering his experience thus far - a space void of those flowers, vines, and moss.

@redheadedoutlaw || hypnum insomnum event

[redheadedoutlaw]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

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“  crying is very punk,  trust me,  i do it all the time   &   i am a punk.  ” “  do i like him or is he just tall?  ” “  not to be dramatic but if i don’t get my life together i will die.  ” “  am i dramatic?  yes.  is it justified?  also yes.  ” “  everything that you feel is just a chemical reaction inside your head.  wow.  ” “  there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me.  it’s called the throne.  ” “  let’s get high!!   …   grades.  ” “  i think my gps secretly gets mad at me when i deliberately disobey its directions.  ” “  it’s a bird!  it’s a plane!  it’s   …   me, trying to outrun my feelings.  there i go.  ” “  i am here to say that i am a bisexual who loves mangoes.  ” “  why has no one fallen in love with me yet?  i’m so bored.  ” “  honestly,  i don’t even play an active role in my life.  shit just happens   &   i’m like  ‘  oh,  is this what we’re doing now?  okay.  ’  ” “  life hack  :  you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon.  ” “  what the fuck do mirrors do when nobody is around?  ” “  it may look like i’m having deep thoughts,  but really,  i’m just thinking about what to eat next.  ” “  do i deserve back pain at this age?  ” “  i’m a simple person;  anything happens,  i cry.  ” “  i’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything.  ” “  yes,  the rumors are true.  i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass.  ” “  i try not to sound like an asshole,  but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.  ” “  someone has to date me eventually,  right?  ” “  what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of?  ” “  your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this friendship apart.  ” “  there’s no way that  EVERYBODY  was kung-fu fighting.  ” “  saying my name is so intimate,  why would you do that to me?  ” “  don’t ask me about my sexuality.  you’re not gonna get a straight answer.  ” “  i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.  ” “  the first step to any murder is to have fun   &   be yourself.  ” “  i think i am subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.  ” “  i may seem like an angry person on the surface,  but deep down inside, i am actually angrier.  ” “  i push everyone away,  but in a way,  i am doing them a favor.  ” “  what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur?  ” “  i’m not even a hot mess.  i’m more like a lukewarm mess.  ” “  i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.  ” “  can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight?  ” “  you’re not allowed to be busy,  you’re my only friend.  ” “  becoming older than ten years old was the biggest mistake of my life.  ” “  is it cold in here,  or is that just my heart?  ” “  if i sigh loudly enough,  will all my problems go away?  ” “  hey,  sorry i’m late.  i didn’t want to come.  ”

[redheadedoutlaw]

challenge my writing. send me a word, and i will write a drabble about that topic—but without ever using the word you said.

the word can be anything. try a colour, an emotion, relationships, the weather, or even a name to make me think what that word means to our muses’ dynamic and how can i convey that without saying the word. synonyms are allowed… but let’s try to be creative here, guys.

[redheadedoutlaw]

Now that Henry has been brought up, you're sure he would know what to do -- what to make of this place, how to get you all back home, or at least throw enough ideas at the wall until one of them stuck and worked. You relax a little as he speaks, though. Henry has his enemies, and so do you, but it doesn't seem like this one is on bad terms with him.

"Yup," ''Friends' is a bit of a stretch, but hey -- you escaped The Wall together, and your teamwork toppled a powerful member of a criminal organization. 'Acquaintance' is an understatement, at this point. You stretch out your hand for a handshake. "I'm Ellie. I've been here for... a few hours?"

You blink; choose your words carefully. "And he's -- fine. Yeah. He's fine. Got into a bit of trouble. Then got out of trouble. How do you two know each-other?"

"Yeahh…" while aware of the situation, Charles has still not fully faced the fact that they're stuck here, and, well— doesn't really intend to go through introspection any time soon. "they say that if you, well, try to fly your way out of here— you're just met with endless sky."

Maybe he'll give it a shot sometime, anyway.

Nevermind all that, though. The other mentioned a particular name, and Charles visibly brightened up. "Oh, Henry? Henry Stickmin? Yeah, yeahh I know that guy— how's he been? Has he been alright?"

Not the question she asked, Charles. "Ohhh—! um, yeah, you two probably got separated. I mean, if he's here somewhere, I can't say I've seen 'em."

"Both-a you friends? I'm Charles! Been here for… barely a week, I think?"

[redheadedoutlaw]

He's chipper. Well -- it's better to find a friendly face than not. You're certain, if you had been a little less lucky, you would have run into a Toppat here and ended up in fisticuffs before you could even consider asking questions or a "civilized conversation".

His answer is disappointing, but expected. Everyone else has told you the same thing. That's going to be a problem.

"Echoes, huh?" It would be cute, if it wasn't... what it is. A kidnapping? A trick of the universe? Someone thinking they're funny? That's very likely. "And there's... no way out? I think I've circled the city at least twice now."

"I'm looking for someone --" And something, but you're not stupid enough to mention it before you have gauged how he would react to that. "Um, his name is Henry? Same kinda -- shape as us? He was with me before I arrived -- but he wasn't there when I came to. You think we could've gotten separated, or...?"

"dooo- do do! do do, doo~oo—"

quietly humming to himself a melody that he's heard earlier today, Charles was walking around with his attention glued to his phone. It had a green map on it, the words [57 Meters] in bold hovering over the arrow that is supposed to be his location.

Combining that with the chunky headphones Charles wears all the time, you'd assume he wouldn't be paying attention to the noise around him, but his head perked up immediately, eyes searching for the source of the exclamation, and—

"You look like me!" he'd greet, giddily, his words only slightly off-sync with hers. "— you're the first one who does, actually."

"Yeahh, um— about that," he'd close his phone and put it in his pocket. "I'll be honest, I'mmm… not sure! I mean, uh, I've heard a bunch of things people have been saying but uhh… yeah, nothing concrete."

Very helpful, Charles.

"Kind of just ended up here by that huge tower you're probably from, too! Happens to a lot of people here. Not all, though. Some have always been here. I think people who end up here from elsewhere were called echoes? Yeahhh… somethin' like that."

[redheadedoutlaw]

You're no stranger to the strange and unusual. Even home defied reality in more ways than one -- what didn't make sense, didn't have to, because it worked.

So what in the hell is this place supposed to be?

You hadn't done anything to get here. You were flying, riding the high of your stolen riches with a companion -- and then you found yourself on the ground, alone, with none of it. If it were a prison, at least, you would understand, but it feels more like a big old cosmic joke. None of the residents here resemble you, none of them know what this is, and none of them know how to leave. ...Which makes it all the more surprising when you finally spot a familiar shape. It's not Henry -- you realize, disappointingly -- but familiar all the same and still a grand relief when you finally catch up to him. "Hey, you! Yes, you, hold up --"

-- somehow, despite your athleticism, you've managed to run out of breath by the time you catch him. "You look like me," You say, between wheezes. An obvious statement, but it feels necessary, somehow. "Where -- where is all this? What's going on?"

@heroicvaliant

[redheadedoutlaw]

without prior reserve and by unpopular demand, i would like to app ellie rose from the henry stickmin collection! you can find my app under /file

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, ELLIE ROSE , find yourself standing before the Terminus Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you. A Guardian approaches.

Hello young one.... and welcome to the Aevum Isles. Pleased, we are, to finally meet you, and preparations have been made for your arrival. We hope you will accept and cherish your time here.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 212, Seaside Province

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A plastic light-up saber! The Guardian hands it to you with a small flourish, showing that it even makes 'fwoosh' noises when swung! She beams and places in your hands neatly, saying something or other about great powers and responsibilities.

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[redheadedoutlaw]

not worth reading anything on my blog below this post <3

[redheadedoutlaw]

   “...Ugh.”

[redheadedoutlaw]

anglerfishnabe​:

As the bottle cracks clashes against the man’s head Ogata gives a clap of hands with a grin. He watches the guy flee and turn away back to his drink. 

No need to confirm whether his eye is playing tricks on him when she sits down. That’s this island for you. Instead Ogata’s eye turns towards his own glass. He’s got kaki on the side that he’s chewing as he answers.

“ Oh it’s the house’s own brew. Not to your liking? “ he replies with a laugh.

   “No, I’m -- I’m sure it’s fine, but -- “ You stare at his glass with a raised brow where the man’s tooth floats, bobbing lightly in the drink. On one hand, it’s what he deserved for getting into your space and antagonizing you; on the other hand, that’s disgusting. “I don’t suppose you serve the house’s brew with that? I’ll get two.”

   You flag the bartender down and put down your order; a replacement bottle for the one you fought with to appease the customer you stole it from, a new glass for the gentleman with amazing advice, and one for yourself to taste. You raise your glass in a mock-toast.

   “I’m Ellie. I don’t normally get into bar fights, mind you. This is an outlier. What about you? You strike me as experienced.”

[redheadedoutlaw]

   “...Bye?”

[redheadedoutlaw]

anglerfishnabe​:

“ … “

Well, that’s a sight Ogata hadn’t expected. Thin form… or more accurately put, quite literal stickfigure toppling over your generic ‘tough’, yakuza-lookalike bar customer. Ogata has to rub his eye a little to be sure he’s not drunk from a single sip and just seeing things. 

He settles to reality quick however.  After all there’s no need to question what he sees on the island, not in most cases. 

“ Not really… “ he says as he looks at the guy groaning and moaning.

“ You seem to be doing well enough anyway. But can’t you be faster about it? Just hit him with a bottle or something on the heavier side. That’d shut him up at least. “

   So much for expecting some intervention. Not that you can blame them; while bars are very much breeding ground for fights, there are many that are not inclined to it and don’t get involved. How fortunate, then, that this gentleman is giving you express permission -- implied, you suppose -- to finish the job, as your patience has worn very thin.

   "Oh, good idea!” You approach the counter and pick out your weapon (to the loud complaint of the patron that owns it), then walk back, the bottle swung above your head much like a batter prepares a bat. 

   He miraculously finds the strength to scramble away and out the door. Coward. You huff, marching back to the bar where you allow the patron to snatch the bottle back from your hands, then settle to a seat next to the man you bothered with the nonchalance as if you didn’t nearly cause a grievous injury to a man.

   “Let me get you a new one for the trouble,” You look down at his drink and wince a little. Gross. “What’s your poison?”

[redheadedoutlaw]

fitzsherbet​:

“steal from the rich. honestly.”

   “Already did! Highly recommend it!”

[redheadedoutlaw]

righthandreforged​:

It’s a little longer than he would like before he gets an answer. Ellie. No name that he recognizes, so he’s correct about that, at least. Memory isn’t failing him. He supposes he should be grateful for that.

The pause, short as it is, does tell him one thing: she is choosing her words. People who choose their words have something to hide, and whatever it is she’s hiding… he’ll determine whether it’s worth prying out of her later or not. For now, Right listens to her words, and acts as if he’s taking her at face value.

At least his expression is relaxed enough to make it look like he just bought whatever she’s selling. He never did look particularly bright.

“Tha’s right. I’m a Toppat.” May not want to add that he hasn’t seen any others since coming here. “Ellie, huh. Alright.” He’ll just assign that name to her face… “So we all just show up ‘ere? Guess that figured. Better’n whatever was waitin’ for me back there.”

He offers a shrug, complete with both hands coming up to emphasize it. The sun gleams lightly off his metal arm. “Not long, I suppose. Dunno how long most people stay to tell what ‘long’ is in this place.”

   You relax a little. He doesn’t seem to suspect you. The fact that he doesn’t know your name comes at no surprise -- you only met once, and your introductions were fists, feet and weaponry, cut short before any kind of names could come into the equation. You didn’t intend to be acquainted. If this city stays pitifully short on people hailing from your world, it shouldn’t matter; anyone (other than Henry, who is an obvious exception) who knows you by reputation and could possibly clue him into what you’ve done is safe back home.

   You’re not mentioning anyone else, either. As far as he’s concerned, this exact moment, it’s only the two of you coming from where you do. It’s only a matter of time until he finds Henry, however; this city is not that big. Will he connect the dots, once he does?

   “I can’t say I know, either. You just blink and you’re here all of a sudden...” The shine of metal catches your eye. You look over his cybernetics, curious; you never did get a good look at that half of him, more machine than mortal. Must have been a hell of a beatdown to require something like this. “Cool set.”

[redheadedoutlaw]

you know what? fuck you *unsticks your stickwoman*

[redheadedoutlaw]

Anonymous asked:

If you had the chance to be pardoned, would you take it?

   “Um, what for? Sure, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but what would it do for me? Ellie Rose is a persona non grata. I don't have a birth certificate on me or any other documents. My work experience is grand larceny. If the idea is for me to get back in society and live a normal life, it's not gonna happen. 

   Besides, Henry was pardoned by the government, wasn't he? And he still got captured. Who's to say I don't get chased down by the Wall again? It’s not worth the effort. I’m not some petty thief who was forced into this and would turn back at the drop of a hat. I chose this. Getting me back up and about with a legal, boring existence would require way more than a pardon.”

[redheadedoutlaw]

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