#colette musings

[palilious]

"why go to sleep when the girl of your dreams is right here" - Colette, probably

Template was done by @yoteako ! (Though this is technically the old version sorry yote)

[asterisque]

"Hmmm, how should I call you? Cookie? Marshmallow? Curry? Beans? So many choices! Which one do you prefer?"

Thinking on an empty stomach isn't helping her either-

[mythcaels-a]

❝ I'd make you my wife in a heartbeat. ❞

[oc-menagerie-archived]

Roleplay Starter Call for Colette!

Colette is a princess from Maas Kingdom who is air-headed, ditzy, a hopeless romantic, and extremely naive. Her behavior has gotten her easily kidnapped by bandits who promptly let her go because instead of crying and freaking out, she talks to them about their life choices to try and help them.

Her constantly being held for ransom has caused her kingdom some grief, so they have planned to let her travel from home with guards secretly watching her (though she tends to lose them) in hopes she would find someone who would take care of her and help her rule the kingdom when the time came.

Like or reblog to be tagged in a roleplay starter with the princess! Can fit into a Konosuba setting or be fandomless!

[redemptioninchaos]

It's Always Spooky in Philadelphia

@riverkidian

continued from here

The kid looked like a rookie at first, but whatever spells he used had genuine power that Colette could feel from a couple dozen feet away. Was he the source of the disappearances?

It did no good to jump to conclusions...but it likely would have been amusing to make him jump. As soon as the guy passed by a dumpster, a door would fly open with an explosive sound, revealing an anthropomorphic mongoose in a black tank top, beige cardigan, and blue jeans. Her fur was tawny brown, her eyes a solid black. She had a lean, lithe figure, like that of a gymnast, and her bushy tail flicked excitedly.

Colette hopped out of the dumpster, perched onto the edge, and locked eyes with the human. "Did you think you could hide from the Feliform Firestorm, evildoer?" she announced in a grandiose, Saturday morning superhero voice.

[storiesxandxstardust]

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[pastellmochi]

[nyf-archive]

colette has analgesia due to the illithid parasite burrowing into her brain as well as having been dissected over and over again by kressa. her nerves have essentially been torn apart and put back together that they don't fire properly, if at all.

what does this mean exactly? well, it means that colette rarely feels pain. that means she is prone to taking too much damage because, well, she can't feel the hits she's already taken. She could have a gash across her back that she has no idea is there because she doesn't feel it.

this also means that she's prone to exhaustion due to blood loss and fainting spells. her bag of holding is most predominantly filled to the brim with healing potions because she knows that the healer of the party can't continuously pump healing magic out in her regards.

while this is mainly a double edged sword, the closer colette gets to unconscious, the harder she fights. the slayer wills her limbs to fight and continue and be the hurricane of horror that she is when she is too far gone in her blood lust.

all in all, analgesia = you may see colette with an arrow sticking out of her shoulder because she has no idea its there.

[infinitcnexus]

"Miss Colette!" Elliot cried out, his tiny, slippers-clad feet tapping frantically against the floor as he sprinted over to the unconscious woman, kneeling next to her and shaking her shoulder. "Miss Colette! Wake up!"

"Rest assured, Elliot. She's not been poisoned," Lycaon said before frowning sympathetically. "But I'm afraid she will need some time to make a full recovery."

"It appears that I will have to make further adjustments to the recipe, I see," Rina commented, still retaining her polite smile. "As they have always said: 'Practice makes perfect!'"

"Perfect for a crime!" Drusilla remarked with crude amusement, sneering at Colette's unconscious form.

"I will take care of things from here, Rina," Lycaon carefully accepted the box of 'desserts'. "You may depart."

"Very well, Sir Lycaon," Rina bowed gracefully. "I bid you and everyone else a pleasant evening."

She floated away with her Bangboos back to the elevator. As Kurt pressed the button to close the door to the DeVry Penthouse, Lycaon looked up at the concerned couple.

"All she needs now is plenty of rest as well as plenty of water when she wakes up," he said. "Would you mind retrieving a blanket for me?"

"Of course, Mr. Lycaon," Bryan nodded. "I'll be right back."

As the bearded human sprinted off, Lycaon gingerly maneuvered the crumpled Colette until he could comfortably carries her in a bridal position back to the couch in the living room. He carefully placed her head on the cushion, and then covered her body up with a red blanket with yellow stripes and diamonds once Bryan returned with it in his hands.

Even though Colette didn't have a canine nose, she could still smell the rancid scent of Rina's..."desserts." Still, there were plenty of times where a food smelled horrid but tasted delicious.

She took one of the tarts and said, "Bottoms up!" The moment the tart touched her tongue, regret filled her body, her smile evaporating to a barely-concealed grimace. Whatever ingredients she used had to have been several months past expiration, having a cottonlike texture and a taste reminiscent of raw sewage. Still, she had to try to finish what she started.

Colette swallowed it without chewing it, tears forming in her eyes as she forced a smile. "S-see, Lycaon? It's not so bad..." Her stomach lurched, an acidic sting erupting throughout her body. "AGH!" Everything audible had faded as she clutched her stomach, Colette doubling over before blacking out. The words "SIGNAL LOST" appeared above her head.

[monarhrh]

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[asterisque]

🤔

//new muses! i also took a couple of the main muses off the page, they're still available as private jsyk.

cannot wait for seth's banner!! then i can stop playing zzz (imeanwhat).

leo totally is an oc idk what you're talking about, he's not leo from taIes of Iuminaria that bamco totally MURDERED under 6 months of existence. nope. my oc. do not steal. btw a BIG thank you to @phasmascript for the leo icons!!!!!

[mythcaels-a]

❛ That sounds very dangerous, wont you tell me more ? ❜

@mundanemiseries gets a one - liner.

[oc-menagerie-archived]

@liroyalty (Colette starter for you!)

Colette was on the run from angry bandits that she had run into and tried to get to knit scarves in order to calm their anger. She rushed between trees and was trying to head home when she saw a passerby in the distance and stopped before them.

“Oh thank goodness! Perhaps you can help me! I’m being chased by mean bandits. They didn’t seem to like my life changing ideas. Could you help me escape? You seem like you could be my knight.” she asked with puppy eyes.

[redemptioninchaos]

"Hmm...is that last 5 percent the part of me that's still mortal?" She wouldn't deny it; the way she gained her powers would likely be considered sinful to both mundanes and aetherials...

"This implies that my very being is eight percent Lathander. I still have a long way to go..." The paladin stared at the result with a resolute look.

"That's, uh...surprisin'." The thief didn't lead a life of purity by any means, so it was surprising to hear that his life wasn't even half sinful.

Booming laughter from the half-orc bard. He knew enough Common to know what certain terms and numbers meant... "Guilty as charged. Ask your sister."

"Only that much? I'm a creature of sin. How could I not be 100 percent sin?" The succubus cook raised her eyebrow. "Perhaps my efforts to rectify my lifestyle weren't in vain..."

"Oy, I might be a war veteran, but it doesn't mean I took a life I didn't need to! Ya sure yer not missin' a decimal point somewhere?"

Stolen from @fctedivided

Tagging: @infinitcnexus @lycanspirited @starstruckxstray

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[dxncingxnmyown]

@thrustfists | Javier and Colette, Early Afternoon at the Town Market

As King of Prussia, Javier has every resource available to pick out flowers. In fact, he needn't even lift a finger. A few choice words, and his maids would return with an assorted selection. But Javier knows that a gesture is just as important as the effort placed, and Isolde would brighten pink at the idea of him shopping for flowers. However, he is now caught with a wide selection, and an uncertainty of what looks well together. "Pardon," he interrupts, his French perfect from his Bourbon lineage. "Madame, would you have the faintest clue what would go with red?" He asks sheepishly, gesturing to the assortment.

[hcrexcellency]

@thrustfists ( natasia & colette )

Stepping out of a bedroom she ought not have been playing in was no sight unseen for Lady Natasia. She was certain her intended had no intentions of holding himself back from the sweet temptations the palace had to offer, so why should she? Not only had a gentleman retreated just before her, but a lady following suit as well, leaving Natasia to finish the buttons on her bodice before her stride would begin back to her chambers in the middle of the night. The wandering eyes of a French lady was no threat to her in the slightest. "If you would have liked to join, you could have just knocked," she teased, knowing damn well that would not be the purpose of meeting the lady face to face, "Come, walk with me to my chambers if you wish to speak with me."