#/OOC I SCREAMED/POS

[tw1sty-b1tch]

curious little bastard…

Alright, alright. Fine. That thing that calls itself 🪻shouldn’t exist. Anons are able to mildly affect the storyline, but the rule is we can’t directly influence. We have to do it through these temporary bodies. The signoffs that some anons have are dangerous enough on their own, though that’s more because the temporary bodies can be tracked and warned about.

but this… 🪻’s vessel… it’s not supposed to exist. It can change the storyline now, it can mess with things and add its own spin and do practically whatever it wants. Those rules it has for its body? The one where it can’t use its powers on itself? Completely fabricated. It still has access to the anon temp-body.

we’re not meant to be comprehended anymore than you are. We’re not even supposed to be this involved in the first place! A question here, a teleport there, and that is it. 🪻has gone rouge. I don’t even know how it managed to get a body in the first place… but it has to be gotten rid of before others figure this thing out. I thought turning it human would send your instincts into a frenzy, as you showed with Helen, but you barely even touched its mind. I’m not allowing anyone to change it back until it’s dead. And I’d rather you hurry the hell up with it.

aND iF i d0N't¿ % )

[alexander-kralie]

How u feel of ppl shipping u and jay

here’s a pic 😭

Oh, well... I guess I don't mind. You like what you like, and I'm not gonna hate on that :-) The fanart is very cute!

I'm just gonna. save that. to my phone...

[captainseamech]

//matter of fact why are you guys liking that post?

[ask-cota--active-soon]

@doll-the-zombie-drone @buksu-a-deer-drone

Uzi: "where the heck did you get that sweater?"

V: "shopping"

Lizzy: *having a gay panic*

[best-mean-bean-barista]

(this is kinda off rp but you can also react in-character ig ^^)

(Hiii so ngl i love the way you play Stone and i saw that one rp with Robotnik (forgor their @) and i noticed you defined the uniform in extreme detail so i decided to doodle it in my style!! :3)

(it is still a rlly messy sketch/brainstorm but it's 4am and i'm too hungry to think straight + i just wanted u 2 know i borrowed your idea loll)

(i'm going to sleep now huzzahh)

THATS ME!! I LOOK SO GOOD IN ART

(Ooc: SCREAMING TYSM MY FIRST FANART/POS)

[irlpaulmatthews]

here you go freak… /pos

A romantic gesture! …or so i think?

tw/cw: max being partly ooc (idc.), gn!reader, uhhhh idk. nobody dies in NPMD, human!max

a/n: this lowkey kinda reminds me of the window scene from scream… pls tell me you see my vision

a/n: kay so this is now based off of the window scene in scream and i will not be taking questions at this moment, please and thank you

[reader] laid within their bed, listening to their blaring music within their headphones. it was a quiet night, just a night alone with [readers] thoughts and emotions.

a quiet thud came from across the room, just loud enough to be heard from beyond [readers] headphones but quiet enough to not disturb anyone within the household.

[reader] perks up, glancing towards the window where the thud came from, pulling off their headphones while stopping their music. they hesitantly got off their bed, creeping towards the window with caution and stood just by it for a moment.

as they waited for another sound, the room silent with tension as another loud THUD was heard against the glass. [reader] quickly opened it, peeking out just a bit to be met with the face of their boyfriend.

“goddamn it max, you scared the shit out of me!” [reader] groaned, rolling their eyes as they gently smacked their hand against the boys chest.

they sighed, leaning against the sill of the now opened window for a moment as they spoke, “why are you creeping outside my bedroom window anyways?!”

“i thought it would be romantic if i climbed up here.” max shrugged, smiling smugly as he raised his eyebrows towards his partner and mocked their position against the window sill.

“you gave me a heart attack.” [reader] stated, rolling their eyes once more as they leaned out of the way, allowing the boy into their room.

max just laughed, climbing into his partners room with a drawn out whistle, “wow… this is where you live huh? thought it’d be more… dunno. bland.”

his tone was obviously filled with sarcasm, judging by his toothful grin and glint in his eyes as he flopped back against the cushioned bed with a quiet thump.

he was wearing the letterman jacket he wore almost everyday, a blank tee beneath that was slightly peeking out, and some random blue jeans. nothing out of the ordinary for him.

[reader] was of course in their pajamas, *insert your chosen pajamas here!*, nothing max hadn’t seen before but he always seemed like it was a new sight.

“babe, do i ever tell you how sexy you look in your pajamas? ‘cause you do…” max stated, smiling smugly towards his partner as i leaned on his side against their bed.

[reader] sighed, failing to hide their smile as they strutted over towards their bed and crawled in beside him, “you do every-time you see me, idiot…”

max turned to face them, humming quietly as he bit the inside of his cheek and moved over to slightly hover above [reader]. he kept his arrogant smile against his lips, leaning down to slightly pepper a kiss against their face.

between each kiss, he mumbled under his breath as he rested his elbows just next to [readers] head, “good, cause you are…”

after a moment, he fully connected their lips. one of his arms still holding him up, thank god for football, and the other moving into [readers] hair with a gentle grip.

max eventually trailed his lips away, moving from [readers] own lips and down towards their cheek and then to their jaw. as he left a trail of kisses, he moved down to their neck and slowly traveled down onto their chest.

every so often he would glance up through his eyelashes at his partner, silently enjoying the view before continuing down their body in a slow manner. his hands had traveled along with him, stopping at [readers] thighs and then trailing back up to the waist band of their pants.

[reader] felt his hands, bringing their own to push them away from their waistband with a quiet hum as max continued kissing down their shirt.

he stopped just before the waist of their pants once more, resting his chin there as he playfully pouted, “oh… cmon, we never get to do anything like this… just this once?”

[reader] sighed, shaking their head as they sat up from their spot on their bed and spoke, “nope, time to go stud bucket…”

max just sighed with annoyance, getting up from the bed as he began to walk towards the window he once entered through, “you see what you do to me? torture porn i say.”

[reader] smiles, watching as he climbed out the window and sat there for a moment as he leaned against the sill just like before, “i appreciate the romantic gesture.”

max tilts his head, smiling with that stupid smug smile once more as he chuckled lightly, and replied with a wink, “anytime babe, just call me if you wanna do this again.”

[reader] scoffed lightly, no real stab behind it as they mimicked his pose against the window sill, “of course.”

max kissed them once more, savoring it for a moment before pulling back with almost hesitation, “you know all that stuff about sex and shit? i’m not trying to rush you… i was only half serious.”

[reader] laughed, kissing him once more as he eases out the window. they replied softly, leaning against the sill in return, “i know, maybe one day.”

max just nods, giving them once more glance and smile before climbing down off their roof and heading home.

[reader] just watched for a moment, staring lovingly at the boy before leaning back into their room and shutting their window to head off to bed.

[thenextexec]

Ooc: screamed when i saw chuuya recommending a dog park dissidents song to dazai. /pos

Punk music my beloved bro

ooc// YES FR

chuuya loves punk, i just know it

[marvin-cohen]

(screaming and crying grace omg/pos WHAT THE FUCK)

(ooc: I GOT TOO SILLY!!! :3)

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Seeing how close Casimir was to reaching back out to him, only to hesitate, and draw back, Mace couldn't help but frown. A little more, a little further, and he could have convinced himself it was but an indulgence, an action he couldn't avoid. His gaze lingered, but eventually was captured by what was being spoken.

He huffed a soft laugh, one that captured the slightest hints of a somber mood. Casimir shouldn't even be considering a wish for something like that. Not without knowing what kind of person he really was, that he could never escape from being.

"The past is the past, all that matters now is that we look into the future. There's plenty of hope out there for you." He mumbled softly, allowing Casimir the quiet environment to think with no inturruptions, so he could truely express his desires and his determination through these penned words.

Leaning forward slightly to watch the writing of the letter, the smooth glide of the pen across the page, he stayed sat in silence, fighting the urges to bolt and also sink into the ground simultaneously.

Mace felt his face grow warmer at all of the affirmations being directed at him. First, Casimir was saying that Mace was a 'dear friend' to him, and now that he was 'glad to have met him', and 'lucky to consider him a friend'? ...Just what had he allowed himself to do?

On the surface, he was flustered by the sweet notions, looking away with a light red hue over his cheeks, not quite knowing how to handle them, but deep down, he was scared. He wanted to voice reciprocation, try and decieve Casimir for a little longer, that he surely wouldn't ever regret meeting him, letting him in, but the words were stuck in his throat, they wouldn't budge.

He stared at the sealed envelope, and all it held, what it meant, then glanced at Casimir. ...Surely, just for a little while, he could be selfish. Until this sense of forboding went away, he told himself. Once Casimir had finished addressing it, Mace slumped against Casimir's side, leaning onto him, resting his head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Even if a little uncomfortable for him, it felt... nice. Warm.

Despite Casimir's words from earlier, he felt an unbridled urge to apologise suddenly wash over him. Apologise for all the misfortune he brings and is involved with, apologise for being so out of touch, so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings, apologise for not knowing quite how to express anything meaningfully personal quite right, apologise for having even having made himself a part of Casimir's life, despite how much Mace seems to mean to him.

A breathless 'sorry' under his breath would have to do. One that could be interpreted countless ways, had it even been heard. No one but him would understand the true meaning those five letters held, their crushing weight.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

[voidsstarz]

ooc// I found you

Hi I'm the person who runs @/false-justness :3 I recognized the emoji tag immediately

SCREAMS/J

HI HI‼️‼️‼️ oh my goodnes i didnt know i'd be recognizable that quickly/silly/pos

[the-icy-painter]

❄️ ~ wonder who that could be... 👀

fanart for some of the painters bc i love seeing them on my dash (i will update with more)

@the-glitter-painter!

@the-sad-painter!

and @the-howling-painter!

hope y'all enjoy <3

[updates-from-po-town]

Ayo, quick update on the Magearna from yesterday!

It was unregistered, so the grunts were able to catch 'er, but it seems too chill with people to be fully wild. It probably did belong to Aether at one point, idk how it ended up in that detectives kitchen, but it worked out for us, so i ain't gonna question it

I've been calling 'er Cherry Bomb and she rules. It has a knack for mischief, so it fits right in. Lowkey might add her to my team 👀

[wildcatofgreen]

Hows my Portrayal Meme As someone who has been on tumblr for a long while now, i can safely say your blog ranks near the top. It's the little nuisances that really surprise me! The fact that you took the idea of Anons and M!A's and integrated it into an in world item, really is ingenious. It adds to the world, and makes the funny grey questions all the more impactful. Outside of this Carol is just really well written, and you've done a great job expanding on the given lore! It really is awesome! and i hope to keep seeing you on my dash for the foreseeable future!

「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」

((i am so NORMAL about this i am SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMA--

((THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

((the gemerald being apart of this blog at all was just a fuckin' whim that i ran with because i was like ''oh but wouldnt it be cool if so and so'' all the way back in 2015 ((i still completely suspect that the discordmun i wrote with back then sent in the ask to give carol the gemerald for... whatever reason. ((but keeping the object and running home with it and then all of the things im thinking of doing with it now its just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

((not only praising my portrayal but how i expand upon the lore that makes me ESPECIALLY HAPPY. I JUST TRY TO WRITE FUN THINGS OR THINGS THAT MAKES SENSE i let my scrambly little brain go wild and make things up as i go along ((or i try to foreshadow things i want to put in later ((i like build up i like pay offs i like writing the funny green cat having her misadventures

((overall THANK YOU AZURE THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. happy catmun noises happy catmun noisesh appy catmun nosises))

[kogane-jidai]

🔆;; istg if I see one more person say Ironashi—

/j

[ruthie-fleming]

[her face got a slight red tint again. She nodded]

Okay.

…uhm-.. could you text me if anything happens-.?

[Maria was standing outside of Beanie's, bandages up and leaning pretty heavy in her left leg. She was trying to keep her weight off of her right one. She was on the phone with someone while she waited for Ruth.]

Baba, sto bene, lo prometto!

'Baba, I'm fine I promise!'

[some very concerned sounding words from the other end of the line]

Starò bene, Baba, ti amo. ok ciao.

'I'll be fine, Baba, I love you. Okay, bye'

[She puts her phone in her pocket and looks around for her companion.]

@mariaofhatchettown

[She walks up to her and smiles a bit]

hey!

[She notices the bruises and her smile fades a bit]

..Did Max do that-?

[blindedguilt-archived]

//It seems like whenever I get ahead with this blog my classes like to dump work on me and put me behind again, but...

//Fear not! I have like four essays to do over the course of the next week but that's the brunt of it, honestly. We'll get it done ❤️ It'll be hell tho so please wish me luck lmao

//All things aside, I dunno when or if but I might consider having a little,,, I guess they're called guest muses? Just have someone pop on for a day or so and then out, I maybe WOULD like to try them but... I don't think I'd have them for long. We'll see when the month is over most like, by then my classes should be all wrapped up!

//In the meantime, I'll be in and out working on the asks I have when I can through these essays. One bit at a time :')