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this-is-a-dystopian-parable · 1 year

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"i can call him up and tell him what i want!

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(first im gonna tell him, again, how i love glorious sound; the tambourine forever convulsing, the concertina and horns in stereo imperfect mirroring, the full stop || to announce the entrance of guitars. the church bells, and beautiful beautiful the one man who comes in wrong towards the end but everyone smiles through. thump thump hit your foot on the floor and all this worry goes away. and ry cooder isnt even really supposed to be cool, is he?)

am i sick? do i want to get well? is such a goal possible? i am goalless, theres just thump thump this beat, and merely attending to each new downbeat, thats what im going to do. after every hit of the drum there another one coming up. on it. right now im riding fast through midnight a slipper of ice, and the walls of night are a million cymbals suspended and waiting for my playful picket fence stick. im hitting more than ever...abandon the metaphor for a moment and revel in the quotidian count, ive got 7 plays lined up for the first 6 months of next year, and i am thrilled psychedelic sick about each and everyone. listen: a cabaret, a song played on a solo saxophone, a train to catch, a gun goes rooty toot toot, russian rock n roll beamed into outer space, prayer both silent and full, and finally a birth of light. i must be fucking crazy. i must be! am i sick? do i want to get well? these seven bursts of metal with wonderful souls talent so beautiful, none of them will be the single goal, each night will be another cymbal sizzle crash through starlit wind flying past me as im riding so recklessly down the hill, weaving past cars technicolor lit, and its going to blur in the speed to just one stream of light pouring out exhausted. i love the challenge, the sleepless push to hit every next note, keep playing, keep going, i want it.

i can call him up and tell him what i want!

do i want more than this? im making a living at it now. im paying the rent on these outbursts now; and the people are good, everyones mind is reeling in another way and i love the laughs each one gives me. how can i ever come close to knowing them all? is there room for me? do i want more than them? maybe, maybe. real success, that elusive flame of fame, ha ha my musical opening on broadway in 2007, my god, why not, why not. i can call him after all, and ask him for this, right? what i want. what i want.

when the whiskey veil wears away for just a second i look down at my hands and they are white knuckled for im freezing cold causing im going so fucking fast and i forgot my gloves or i lost them in a bar on mission street or in the bart station, but i cant go back because i jumped the gate, i jumped the gate again almost every day a bart train renegade heart racing fast everyday but i cant remember right now. i must be crazy. there are so many things to wrap your hands in anyway...and look at her with her mittens fingerless, and her with her hat fizz fuzz blue, and her with her legs i can see fishnet stockings, garter and all, under a wider fishnet hose, that lovely leg all wrapped twice. every woman around me wrapped up different and my fingers trembling no matter where or when for a little more warmth, a fabric new always, why? why? i must be crazy wanting that when ive already got those eyes to get so lost in that temperature vanishes like direction in the dark, floating through centigrade in a shivering sweat flawlessly true. i must be crazy, but i can ask him, what i want, what i want.

i dont want anything, i dont. god, please i dont. please let that be the truth. cause ill get so sad if i want it and dont have it and ive got so much right now that im almost blind. i can be what i want to be/i can choose whatever heaven grants. but i just want to be whatever heaven grants, any cymbal so bright and lovely to be seen when im riding fast like this, god its like a new moon gold in the sky! crash a cymbal that i want to hear ring clear, crash peel, i want to hear them PEEL!

and i fear the shallowness, maybe theres too much and im not there deep where i could be. theres someone ive known as long as possible in real pain and i cant understand it really, cause i felt real pain once and said never again? no, surely not? that was so little...

but solo now so: lo the cymbals,

only the cymbals and my bike out of control too fast, but god theyre so glorious shiny! ive been working on riding no handed so i can grab a stick in both hands and catch my ears in the nodes and hear a mountain range valley strange of waves in the cold night air.

one asked me, why do i perform? i cant answer you, i cant. i have no idea. its what im here to give? its just there and its beautiful and thats all i can do. maybe im doing too much? i can barely feel.

tomorrow ill make the drummer a vegetable lasagna in exchange for a haircut, god my hair is so long, its the only helmet ill wear. i know how to make a good vegetable lasagna; i just have to pick the right vegetables, and only a few, so that its about *mushrooms*, or its about *broccoli*, its about the *one* taste, dont lose it, dont lose it//

(but on cannery row hazel pours all the half drunk drinks into a single jug, and comes home with a wild punch maybe champagne spiked one night and fernet the next. one taste.

i have no idea what all of this tastes like,

i have no idea what god looks like,

i have no idea how there can be so many sounds in the universe that when i open my mouth next time ill sing one brand new song, once and only once always one note to the next never ending, never goal, just sound all the way SHHHOOM! to the end of the universe getting absorbed by all around it cymbalstars bursting and dying brand new)"

Dave Malloy, 09 December 2005

#obsessed with this one #but solo now so:lo the cymbals #dave malloy #pointless dave malloy #try reading this out loud seriously #it's lovely

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conshirtoe · 3 months

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what made you name your cat root beer?

Well I have a strong liking for root beer, and root beer floats. But I think it says it all when I tell you I got her when I was in 6th grade. (I also thought she looked like a root beer float)

We were going to name her Jasmine and call her Jazzy for short. But my family settled on Rootbeer because we liked the nick name Rooty better. I’m glad we went with that because let me tell you, Rooty fits her perfectly!

#thanks for asking:3 #she has so many nick names it’s amazing the possibilities are endless #Rooty posting #anon

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ilovevillains · 2 years

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Insides Kisaki's brain 🧠

WARNING: THE MUSIC VIDEOS MIGHT HAVE FLASH LIGHT EFFECTS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SEXUAL THEMES, TOXIC THOUGHTS, STALKING.

Album: Tokyo Revengers Playlist

PRELUDE:

The day has come, here is the first playlist of my Tokyo Revengers playlist!

Kisaki, Kisaki, Kisaki... my king, my love... I'm not forgiving you, I love you, but I am not forgiving you.

I'm going to keep this intro short, because the long paragraph is reserve for the outro.

🧠 Now That I'm Wanting More, Koko

I know I want you I’m feeling obsessed It’s like in my mind I am being possessed

🧠 Every Breathe You Take, Chase Holfelder (cover)

Oh, can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches With every step you take

🧠 eat u alive, Marian Hill

I been looking on, I been biding my time You been looking strong with a glint in your eye Everybody knows if I'm given the night I might eat you alive, I might eat you alive, yeah

🧠 Crystaleyes, AViVA

And when I wake into this dream I’m falling in and out of time Falling under, falling over Floating on the sky You face it when you’re going down Our planets won’t align

🧠 Unsmiling, Aunty Social

Knowing I could be the one To give you everything Is the issue Knowing I could give you shelter Just makes you feel beneath Someone’s the fool I—

🧠 Nightfall, Black Lilys

There you go in this crowd Never been satisfied There you dream days and nights Of the lover you'll never have Please tell me why?

🧠 Coming for You, Nuela Charles

I am coming for you So watch what you do I intend to be cruel to you and you Should watch what you do When my hands are on you 'Cause I'm, coming for you (and you and you and you

🧠 Paradise, The Neighbourhood

Sensations don't mean anything If I can't just have everything Some days I think I'll run away But what would I even do if I made it? I just keep on fading 'cause I never feel enough, it never fills me up I'm climbin' up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top But I can't stop, I can't stop, so

🧠 I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE, Måneskin

And I'm a killer Who's searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption

🧠 Pray, JRY feat. Rooty

Forget the words I'm saying I know that I've been cruel I pray for peace Tell me why don't you

OUTRO

Now it's the moment of the truth. Why do I love Kisaki? Kisaki is one intriguing character for me. I'm part of the group that believes he deserved a better development, but part of me is grateful he didn't have other motives, because I believe he could pull a Profesor Moriarty and Kisaki would have been unstoppable.

Another reason why I love Kisaki (and other villains) is that they are realistic. In the manga, Kisaki knew who he was and what was his roll in the live [trama] of the world he was living. When I read that specific panel I could not stop myself from loving him more. Even though his reason weren't good, his attitude of keep going on to achieve his goals it's what I really love and adore of him (and Takemitchy and other characters, my other kings, I love them too). I guess that's how I love my kings: determine to achieve their goals ♥.

Remember that next week we have Hanma's playlist... stay tuned for the playlists! Take care and keep fighting for that dream (or maybe those dreams) ♥

-Villain Lover🖤

#kisaki tetta #kisaki tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #kisaki x reader #tokyo manji gang #tenjiku gang

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ellocentipede · 3 years

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Paintbox Soapworks 2021 Summer Collection

Paintbox Soapworks recently released some new summery delights as well as some oldies but goodies! As usual I snagged a slew of soaps to use around the house and am delighted to have some fun seasonal smells! Pick-a-Duck is a returning favorite of mine, and Yacht Rock is a new and delightful treat!

Osage Orange

Scent description: A weird, green blend of sour orange, crushed sage, sticky sap, woody lavender & oakmoss

This is a gorgeous citrus botanical blend that is refreshing and clean. The oakmoss grounds the blend and smells green and alive, with fluffy herbal lavender and fresh green sage weaving in and out with a hint of bright, smooth citrus.

Journey in Satchidananda

Scent description: The deep drone of sandalwood, patchouli, & champaca sprinkled with rose & neroli waters & clarifying geranium leaf

This scent is both heady and clean, familiar (nag champa-esque) and unique. It’s the love child of a metaphysical shop and a garden. Needless to say, I’m in love. It’s expertly blended--I get equal parts smooth sandalwood, heady champaca, refreshing rose and orange blossom water, and crisp, clean geranium leaf. A beautifully scented soap!

Pick-a-Duck

Scent description: Riotously sweet carnival treats of sticky strawberry taffy, hot sugared donuts, Cracker Jack, & a swirl of smoke from darkened tents

This is a scent that I did not expect to love so much. It sounds like a sugar bomb--and there is for sure a lot of sweet, fried, carnival dough like funnel cakes, and handfuls of caramel popcorn--but it’s all kept in check by the puff of mellow incense and also by the twist of creamy, sticky, pink strawberry. This is perhaps my favorite scent from the whole collection. I’ve got a real thing for sweet treats + incense, and also this scent is just so very happy! It’s carefree and upbeat, like children at a carnival, and I can feel the knots in my stomach ease as I smell it.

Yacht Rock

Scent description: Sun-bleached driftwood, warm ocean breezes, & sunset-hued tropical drinks

I'm not sure what wizardry makes this smell like being on a fancy boat in the 80s, but this absolutely works. What a fun beachy blend! Kinda want to drink it, kinda want to wash with it. This does smell like ocean breezes with florals, daiquiris, and suntan lotion on the wind. Love it.

Secrets of the Sun

Scent description: Rich Indonesian patchouli, musky honey, wild honeysuckle, gardenia, sun-warmed skin

This is sticky and rich and warm and wonderful. Golden, thick honey coating waxy gardenia petals and smooth, rooty patchouli. This would make for a gorgeous and flirty summer perfume blend.

Red Cow

Scent description: Rooty, spicy apothecary cola poured over luscious home made vanilla ice cream with a bright squirt of cherry syrup

Frothy float made with artisanal root beer a la Virgil's brand. Sometimes this smells very much like root beer, and at other times it smells more like cola. In any case, it's a delightful and fun summer treat! After smelling this one I had to hop in the car to grab a root beer float from an old local drive-in joint.

Sundew

Scent description: A soporific, sun-dappled blend of crushed pineapple, honeyed chamomile, hops, swamp milkweed & damp grass

This is like drinking a pineapple-based cocktail on the porch in the middle of summer. The pineapple note is gorgeous--rich and tangy, just like the real thing. Sundew is both fruity and clean, and surprisingly nostalgic. Another beautiful, inspired blend!

Paintbox Soapworks's beautiful soaps and sundries may be perused and purchased at http://paintboxsoapworks.com/

#indieperfume #summer #paintboxsoapworks #indiesoap #artisansoap #indiebathandbody

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zootycutie · 7 years

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Since I made my own Shoppie, I of course had to make some Shopkin friends for her. X3 A big thanks to the01angel for helping me with ideas! Rooty Tooty is a very chill and sweet sort of fellow! Even if he freezes up during the long run, he still has a good head on his shoulders! Ramonae is ultra-shy and quiet. It takes a long time for her to open up and spill her contents, but she's a sweetheart when she does!

#shopkins #own ch #fan characters #rooty tooty #ramonae #ramune #root beer float #sophia soda

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odoroussavourssweet · 4 years

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Parfums MDCI Le Cri de la Lumiere

Notes: aldehydes, bergamot, raspberry; iris, rose; ambrette, woods, patchouli

Parfums MDCI Le Cri de la Lumiere is a subtle play on different shades of white. I’ve seen it compared to a moonstone, which seems apt. There’s a crystalline aldehyde opening, then a starchy and sometimes rooty iris, interspersed with little flashes of fresh green, and joined with the subtly musky, popcorn-like smell of ambrette.

I’ll be honest — sometimes Le Cri de la Lumiere is invisible on me. It’s a bit embarrassing that my response to a perfume reputed to be a brilliant work of art is “I can’t smell it very well”, but there it is. It is a very subtle scent. And a lot of what there is is white laundry musk.

On the other hand, every now & then a whiff floats up from my wrist and it’s an indescribable swirl of chiffon in a thousand shades of ivory. Sometimes it smells like clean linen, sometimes like brushed steel, sometimes like an early spring garden with the snowdrops just coming out, sometimes like a clear Poire Williams eau de vie.

Sorry Mom, sorry God, but Chanel No. 18 and Fleur de Peau are pale iris-ambrette perfumes I find more legible & comprehensible. Le Cri de la Lumiere might be a better artistic composition, but I’m a consumer, not an art critic, and I don’t know enough about the craft of perfume to really say anything useful about how impressive an accomplishment a perfume is. Luca Turin or Chandler Burr or someone who’s actually worked in the industry might admire a perfume for technical reasons I can’t register at all.

I can say that Le Cri de la Lumiere has ice-queen reserve, is blindingly clean, and has a subtle, fine-grained shimmer of almost-imperceptibly different notes. It’s definitely the most pure-white, lunar perfume I’ve ever smelled. It’s not smooth and creamy like Fleur de Peau, it’s transparent. It might be the cleanest, coldest high-end perfume out there. But it’s also just plain hard to smell.

#perfume #fragrance #parfums mdci #marc-antoine corticchiato

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toasterfuloftoast · 5 years

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So, I created another cutie pie. Please draw this boi. Everybody! Meet Root Beer Float or Root(y) for short! He’s a new little guy that works at a local Inkwell Diner or you’ll see him at the casino. He’s a clutz so he tends to trip and fall a lot. Yes, the ice cream in his head is alive and very good. It doesn’t speak but it occasionally emotes. It likes the little cherry on its head that has two stems. Rooty does his best at working. He’s a smart guy, just clumsy and sick of rude customers.

Use the tag

#RootyFloatie

If you draw him and want me to see it.

#cuphead #cute #oc #RootyFloatie #cuphead oc

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marshmallow-biscuit-blog · 7 months

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How these two met This took an hour which is 30 minutes longer than most of my drawings so. (It's weird but yeah Flower's colors are actually different they just look mashed together.) I also want to clarify that Flower doesn't come from the same orphanage that Chalice came from.

#rooty float #flower locera #kitchen utensil family #the kitchen utensil family #cuphead ocs

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politesociopathicnerd · 5 years

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You’re going on an adventure

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You are going on a quest to defeat a vampiric warlord. You can’t do this alone or with what you have on you you’ll need at least two companions, proper transportation, good equipment, and some magic devices wouldn’t hurt.

Companions (you can only pick two)

- Sven

Human

Male

85 years old(appears 30)

Traits

Ice wizard from the frozen north wasteland

Skilled at capturing opponents alive

Froze his soul and made himself technically immortal

Creates barriers, weapons and armor from his magic ice

Very weak against fire, and nearly useless in hot places

Weapons/Armor

Silver stave with diamond as focal point form spells

Standard leather armor(altered for travel through cold regions) blue robe

-Mazoga

Orc

Female

28 years old

Traits

Outcasted from her tribe for showing mercy to an enemy

Expert close quarters combat specialist

Learned how to craft magic resistance charms

Can eat almost anything

Has sever alcoholic tendencies

Weapons/Armor

Crude axes

Deus

Steel Golem

No Gender(identifies as male)

1 year old

Traits

Created to protect village from monster attacks(village destroyed)

Fists strong enough to break stone

Heavily susceptible to magic(immune to mind control)

Does no need food to live

Occasionally has “episodes” were he stands silently and ponders on whether or not he is really alive.

Weapons/Armor

No weapons

No armor(wears loincloth for some reason)

Zeed

Unknown (potential demigoddess)

Female

Claims to be 22

Traits

The abnormally powerful aura of her magic and the event of holy artifacts being attracted to her leads us to believe she may be a demigoddess

Very powerful offensive magic

Refuses to enter religious structures

Attracts monsters

Massive hedonist but won’t admit it

Weapons/Armor

Longsword

Shield(reflects dark magic)

Errant knight armor

Rain (Rainelle)

Anthro Dragon

Male

Traits

Former war criminal turned adventurer

Master swordsman

Skilled hunter

Enjoys fighting and killing monsters

Feels guilty for the things he was forced to do during the war and sometimes cries hi,self to sleep because of this

Weapons/Armor

Dark blue armor(nearly indestructible

multiple sword and knives

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Now that we have companions taken care if lets talk about how you’re going to get around.

Giant domesticated scorpion-not much else to say it’s a giant scorpion.

Moving house-Sort of like Howls moving castle only it’s a small building.

Sky whale-because who doesn’t want to live on a giant floating whale?

Deathbuggy-when in doubt turn a regular truck into a madmax nightmare

Still here? good now it’s time to choose your loadout.

Primary weapon-your go to thing

Broadsword-good for inflicting high damage(bad for more precise attacks

Agony crossbow-shoot 2 foot long harpoons of varying type at your enemies

Good range and power but bolts must be crafted or found

Broad axe-cleave the enemy right in two

strong enough to cut your foe in two assuming you can lift it

Mace-Crush your enemies skull

Shatters bone on impact-good luck being accurate though

Secondary-If things are getting dodgy

Knife-nothing too fancy...it’s a knife

Can’t pierce armor, good for stealth kills

Bombs-nothing fixes problems like a nice big explosion

very effective but anyone with working ears will know what you’re up to

Wristblade-you know you wanted this

require regular maintenance or they jam, penetrate most armor

Magic pistol- magical rooty-tooty-point’n’shooty

shots pierce any armor, gun must recharge for 2 hours after all 6 bullets are fired then all slots will be replenished.

Armor-can’t exactly go into battle naked now can you.

Plague doctor armor-not mush use against physical attacks but you’re completely safe from ailments, diseases, poisons, and Rot based magic(does not come with extra gun)

Juggernaut armor-increases strength, durability, and makes you immune to projectile weaponry

Slows your top speed to a brisk run(no sprinting)

Exo armor-metal exo skeleton that allows for faster speed, greater strength, and greater maneuverability

one lightning spell and the armor needs 3 minutes to reboot

Demon armor- Armor crafted from hell fire and demon iron.

High durability, angels and holy knights will try to kill you on sight, regardless of whether you have done anything to warrant this.

post your choices tumblr.

Good luck

(disclaimer...I claim no ownership of any of the art used in this post. If you see your work in this post and would like to be credited then please inform me via message)

#roleplay #not really

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xxalatteteaxx · 6 years

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GIANT PROMO FOR MY BLOG!!!

Well I’m going to be promoting my blog a bit! I really want my characters to become known, and get out there and interact with others! I want to be an active part of the Cuphead fandom! I just wanna have fun! So I hope this shameless self promo will help me accomplish that!

Anywho here’s a MASTER list of all my characters SO FAR and some backstories surrounding them. Maybe if you get to know my characters a little more, curiosity will spark and you’ll be intrigued to interact with them! Who knows anywho here they are!!!

Name: Pumpkin Spicella Latte {{ Nicknames: Pumpkin Spice, Pumpkin, Pumpy, Pumpkaboo, Puddin, P.Pie, Kinny }}

Age: 20

Gender: Ambiguous

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual

Relationship status: Single

Backstory:

Pumpkin lives on Inkwell isle with their half sibling, Teacup. Pumpkin and Teacup work at a family run bakery by the name of Sweet N’ Spicy Delights. Their parents are no longer among the living, but their grandparents, who own the bakery, are still around. Pumpkin loves making sweet and spicy treats, and always lets costumers have free samples of their treats.

Name: Teacup/Teakettle {{ Nickname: T.C. Tia, Kettie}}

Age: 18

Gender: Ambiguous

Romantic/Sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Backstory:

Teacup lives on Inkwell Isle with their half sibling, Pumpkin. While Pumpkin likes making sweet and spicy treats, Teacup on the other hand loves making cold sweets, like icecream, fruit pops, and other such treats. One of Teacup’s favorite things to make is icecream cake. Teacup can also make cakes for different occasions such as a birthday or even a wedding.

Name: Rootbeer Float {{ Nicknames: Rue, Rooty/Rootie, Rubie, Root/Rooter, Ru-Ru, Rb, B., Flo }}

Gender: Male {{ But doesn’t mind what pronouns are used for him. }}

Age: No set age, but he is an adult

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual

Relationship status: Single

Personality: Timid, shy, honest, caring, considerate, eccentric, sly -when he wants to be-, can be charming/flirty when he comfortable around the person he’s being flirty with. Despite being timid and shy, he can be very brave when he needs to be.

Backstory:

Rootbeer lives just on the outskirts of Inkwell. He’s a shy fellow who mostly keeps to himself. Rootbeer was kicked out of his home at the age of 14 by his neglectful and unsupportive parents. Rootbeer built his house by his own hands, and survived on the streets for four years, before he was able to build his home. He took refuge in homeless shelters and did odd jobs just to make money. He was mugged quite often and he almost made a deal with the Devil for riches beyond his wildest imagination. But a kind elderly woman kept him from doing so, and he and the elderly woman became good friends. At the age of 18 Rootbeer had built his home and the elderly woman, with no living relatives left moved in with him. Sadly, the elderly woman has passed away, her last wish was to be cremated and that her dust be sprinkled underneath a cherry blossom tree. Rootbeer honored her wishes and did just that. Rootbeer is now trying to make a living in the music industry.

Name: Dustella Bunnie Cinders {{ Nicknames: Duzzy, Duzzles, Dustie }}

Gender: Nonbinary but goes by female pronouns.

Age: A legal adult

Personality: Meek, naive, easily frightened, but when they are around those they knows well they are open, zany, free spirited and outspoken.

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic asexual

Relationship status: Single

Backstory:

Dustella lives outside of Inkwell isle as a farmer. She lives with her grandfather and the manage the farm by themselves. Her grandmother, although still around, cannot work because of her arthritis. Dustella loves working the farm, but her dream is to become a big star through singing and earn enough money so her grandparents can have a peaceful retirement. That and so Dustella can help fix up the farm.

Name: Claudia Cirrusula Accumalita {{ Claudie, Clu, Chloe, Dia }}

Gender: Agender

Age: ??? Do clouds even age, I don’t know. Eh fck it they are an adult!

Personality: Zesty and always full of cheer. They are wacky and silly, not afraid to speak their mind. They aren’t afraid to show off and they aren’t afraid to express themselves, no matter what others may think.

Romantic/Sexual orientation: panromantic pansexual

Relationship status: Single

Backstory:

Claudia runs a boutique where they make fashionable clothes for all ages. They love fashion, its their whole world. There’s nothing they are more passionate about than the world of fashion. They are not interested in anything that has already been done, but only what will be. Claudia is always looking for inspiration for new and unique ideas for outfits. They also host a monthly fashion show, The gets to have their own line of clothing displayed in Claudia’s boutique, so they can advertise their own brand of fashion. Claudia’s parents are very rich, and are proud of Claudia’s accomplishments. Often paying for very expensive vacations and other such things for Claudia. However, despite Claudia’s accomplishments and the pride of their parents, Claudia isn’t always a bundle of joy. Claudia wants nothing more than to spend time with their parents, but due to work schedules and other such matters it is hard for them and their parents to take time off to hang out.

Name: Marshie Amanita {{ Nicknames: Mars, Mari, Mai }}

Gender: Male

Age: Adult

Species: Anthro Mushroom

Personality: He’s very reckless and bold. He loves pranking people, but can also be very lazy. Making puns is his favorite thing to do. But he’s a hopeless romantic and can’t flirt worth a damn, he freezes up around other guys. He’s often mistaken for a female, due to wearing female clothing and his soft feminine sounding voice.

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual

Relationship status: Single

Backstory:

Marshie is Claudia’s fashion model. Marshie was adopted by Claudia’s parents after Marshie’s birth parents died. Marshie’s mother died of cancer and his father committed suicide by hanging himself. Marshie has always loved fashion since he was little, and when Claudia was old enough to start their own boutique, Marshie asked to be a model. Claudia accepted, and now Marshie is happily modeling for Claudia.

Name: Raimen Eduardo Payne {{ Nicknames: Ramen and Ray }}

Gender: Male

Species: Ramen Noodle head object.

Age: 22

Personality: Raimen is very nonchalant and laid back. He’s not much for a conversation and would much rather just listen to people talk, than actually talk to them himself.

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual

Relationship status: Single

Raimen makes money by selling noodle based dishes he makes himself. He sets up a food stand and just waits for costumers. He also has a horrible smoking habit and suffers from insomnia. He often suffers from pain caused by his fibromyalgia. Which causes him to not get enough sleep, making him also suffer insomnia as well. He doesn’t have the best of health and gets ill often.

Name: Razzmatazz {{ Nicknames: Raz, Razzie, Razzles, Razzle Dazzle, Rara }}

Gender: Male

Age: Adult

Species: Anthro moth

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual

Relationship status: Single

Personality: He’s very quiet and reserved, keeping to himself most of the time. Razz is very much an introvert and doesn’t do well in crowds. But he’s a good listener and a great advice giver.

Backstory: Not much is known about Raz, other than the fact that he doesn’t seem to talk at all. Many people wonder if he’s mute, considering he writes down what he wants to say and shows it to whoever he’s talking to. He seems to want to become an author of novels and poems.

Name: Dimitri {{ Nicknames: Dim, Dimi, The Dster }}

Gender: Male - he/him pronouns

Brush type: paint brush

Age: Legal adult

Romantic/Sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Personality: spontaneous, zany, go with the flow, can be somewhat lazy, can be bold/reckless, he’s also a sassy boy who isn’t afraid to express himself.

Backstory: Dimitri’s family died at sea. A horrible storm sunk their family’s private boat and he was place in the orphanage until he was old enough to inherit the family fortune. He doesn’t talk about his past much, but he’s mostly moved on from it. The only thing that really gets to him is watching his sister being swept away by large waves in the storm.

Name: Raine/Rain {{ Nicknames: Rain Mc Grump <- Dimitri likes to call him that }}

Gender: Male - he/him pronouns

Brush type: thinner brush

Age: legal adult

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic asexual

Relationship status: Single

Personality: lone-wolf, gruff, moody, very sensitive, sometimes rather cold and blunt. Can be dreadfully sarcastic and rude.

Backstory: Raine’s family died when fire blazed through their family mansion. Raine blocks that night out and refuses to speak of it. He was placed in the same orphanage as Dimitri and Dimitri was the only one who attempted to be friends with him. Raine tried to push Dimitri away, but they soon became friends over time. And now Raine considers Dimitri his brother. Dimitri adopted Raine as his younger sibling and they both moved into the mansion Dimitri’s parents used to own.

Name: Ross Riaz {{ Nicknames: Ro, Ruben, Ros-Ros, Rossie }}

Gender: Genderless but goes by male pronouns

Age: He’s ageless, but is a legal adult

Species: Anthro gem

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Unknown but is rumored to be gay due to the fact that he doesn’t seem interested in woman.

Relationship status: ???

Personality: Ross is cunning and sly, his suave nature is charming and alluring. He’s a smooth talker and has talked his way out of tough spots before.He’s also very flirty, but he seems to have no interest in any female that makes advances on him.

Occupation: Fashionista by day - part of a mafia organization by night. But this mafia targets known criminals. Like serial killers, rapists, pedos etc etc. They don’t do drugs and don’t go after innocents. They’re a large group of vigilantes and Ross is their boss.

Backstory: Ross grew up the single child of a single mother. His mother was a stripper and a prostitute, but it was only due to the fact that she couldn’t make enough money to survive otherwise. They grew up in the slums and were very poor, Ross used to be the target of many street thugs. He has escaped death multiple times. He almost died five times during his childhood, once by almost drowning, the other time he and his mother were victims of an arson attack by street thugs, the other three times he was beaten and left for dead in allies. Now that he’s the leader of a mafia, albeit it’s a mafia that punishes criminals, he’s the target of many criminals and he is dodging assassination attempts on almost a regular basis. The only other time his life was in danger was before he created his own mafia, but no one knows what happened to him. Whenever that life threatening situation is brought up, he becomes uneasy and seemingly terrified. This is the only time Ross ever shows fear in front of anyone. All he says is that it doesn’t matter what happened to him, all that matters is that he lived. And that’s that. Who knows what he is hiding and what other secrets he has buried?

Name: Nebula Cosmos Lunetta

Gender: Genderless - goes by any pronouns

Species: Comula-Nebulis {{ A Comet space alien }}

Romantic orientation: Abroromantic {{ experiences a fluid or rapidly changing romantic attraction to different gender expressions. }}

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual {{ Has to have a deep and close bond with someone, before any sexual desires form. }}

Relationship status: Single

Age: Unknown

Backstory:

Nebula is a mysterious creature, an alien comet. Not much is known about Nebula, the only thing that is known is that they love to serve others. They are very mysterious and their personality is one that is yet to be explained.The only thing that is known about Nebula is that they crash landed from outerspace and that they are a butler for Azura

Name: Azurette/Azura Sapphiris Okeley {{ Nicknames: Azzie, Azu, Azurrie }}

Gender: ???

Species: Blue Hibiscus

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Unknown

Relationship status: ???

Personality: Azura is very soft spoken, they are a tender and loving soul, who is always willing to help others. Their kindness is their greatest strength but also their greatest weakness, because being kind could end up being their undoing. Despite their sweet and generous nature, Azura’s sense of humor is rather odd. They more often than not will laugh at anyone’s jokes no matter how awful they are. Azura is polite and chivalrous, and if someone is in trouble Azura will be there to assist. Azura isn’t afraid of confrontation and will stand up for others and isn’t afraid to defend others who are either being mugged or assaulted. Azura will even face off with someone wielding a weapon. This often lands Azura in the hospital, but Azura doesn’t mind it.

Backstory:

Azura being born into a rich family, doesn’t have to work a day in their life. But they choose to do so anyways. Azura has many interests and part time jobs. Thankfully their work schedule for their part time jobs never interact. Azura is a part time model for Claudia and a part time maid for the Sweet N’ Spicy Delights bakery. Azura’s full time job is a florist, they own their own flower shop. Azura’s hobbies include painting and volunteering and local animal shelters whenever they can. But by night, Azura is none other than a member of Ross’s Mafia. Azura is only called in for important missions and is Ross’s right hand and the main cook for the Mafia. It is rumored that Ross and Azura are a thing, but this has never been proven.

Name: Violetto Mauve Lumina (( Nicknames: Vio, Violet, Vivi ))

Gender: Male {{ But doesn’t mind what pronouns are used for him. }}

Age: Early 20s

Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual

Relationship status: Single

Personality: Vio is a lone-wolf. He prefers to keep to himself and doesn’t like confrontation. He is always polite even to the most horrid of ruffians. He is very trustworthy and devoted to those he sees as friends and family. However he is sometimes naive to a fault and that can land him in trouble. He’s very empathetic and generous beyond what most people would expect of a lone-wolf like him to be.

Backstory: Not much is known about Vio except that he lives in a mansion on a lonely hill and writes stunning fantasy novels. It seems he and his sister are the only residents of the mansion. He made his fortune through his hit-seller novels. He is often seen around town hastily getting what he needs and going back to the mansion. His sister is rarely seen with him at any point in time.

Name: Sakura Esme Lumina {{ Nicknames: Sakie, Essie, Kura, Blossom }}

Gender: female

Age: in her 20′s

Romantic/Sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Personality: Sakura is a gentle and kind soul, she’s a pacifist and seeing violence of any sort causes her pain. She sees beauty in things that others often miss. She is soft spoken and endearing, she is very patient and always tries to see the good inside of everyone. Even if people tell her that someone’s a lost cause, she will never give up on anyone. She is very sensitive to those around her and will share in their pain.

Backstory:

Sakura grew up with Violetto in their mansion with their rich family. However, the family had a falling out. And they cut some ties with some of the family members. Violetto was able to buy back the mansion and now he and his sister own the mansion. Sakura can be seen tending the gardens, tending to hurt or sick animals, and finally singing and dancing around the grounds. Especially at night. Sakura used to work for an orphanage but that was before... the unfortunate event and she had to quit. Sakura, not wanting to give up work, because she feels antsy without something to do, runs a small flowershop right next to the mansion. Sakura is hardly seen anywhere except her flowershop and inside the mansion. Her brother worries about her immensely and often treats her like she’s a fragile flower.

And there you have it! There’s all my Cuphead ocs! I hope you enjoyed reading all about them! I can’t wait to be an active member of this wonderful fandom, and make awesome friends! If you’d like to help me out, hit that reblog button~

But don’t feel obligated to do so, but it would be appreciated!

ALatteTea mun out!

PEACE!~

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this-is-a-dystopian-parable · 2 years

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"i can call him up and tell him what i want!

Jesus.mp3

i can call him up and tell him what i want!

but solo now so: lo the cymbals,

(but on cannery row hazel pours all the half drunk drinks into a single jug, and comes home with a wild punch maybe champagne spiked one night and fernet the next. one taste.

i have no idea what all of this tastes like,

i have no idea what god looks like,

-Dave Malloy, December 09 2005

#dave malloy Pointless #not sorry for how long this is

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escs0und · 4 years

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Sun City

Around this time, Jamie suddenly had the chance to go on vacation. And he really needed this to clear his head and get a new perspective on things… So they headed to a place called Sun City ...

The warmth of the air and the brilliant overhead sun made him feel good. Jamie loved to be outside and in the water. he especially liked swimming underwater for as long as he could, then emerging (gratefully) to the air above.

Plus the sounds of the pool on the scene alone were worth the trip (alone).

And on this holiday, Jamie also learned how to whistle! This was an engaging activity - making *such* sounds. To him, it was like just playing at something that also intrigued, surprised and even amazed ...

It was funny that during this time -- in which he was just taking a break and having fun -- Jamie felt more in contact with himself than ever.

Yet while the body was being refreshed, Jamie also felt he was getting a better grasp on who he really was. He remembered a name that some people gave him as a child: Sunny. He said it to himself: “my name’s Sunny”!

That night, Jamie had a dream. He could see a deep-sea diver far away underwater, through the depths of the ocean. Jamie felt this was somewhere off the coast of Australia. He saw the diver surfacing and floating in the water…

Jamie had the distinct feeling that it was like watching another version of himself, going his own way yet *somehow* also exchanging energy and information with him (and vice versa).

He awoke to the sun streaming into the window. “You can see, really, that the sun has rhythm”, he thought. “It has this beat that goes on”. This led Jamie to feel that you’re always in touch with this greater flow, and moving in concert ...

Jamie also saw the image of a golfer winding up from up the fairway, driving the ball into the air and watching it roll onto the green and into the hole. The people on site positively erupted when they saw this actual hole in one. “Wowzer”, someone said ...

Looking at this hero-of-the-moment, the onlookers reflected on how they hadn’t given him much of a chance. And how things had certainly changed! “Let me get this straight…” someone said, laughing, “he went from a rooty-toot-toot to a wowzer…”

Jamie came out of his daydream, and headed back to the swimming pool. Though he knew this moment in time couldn’t last forever, and he’d have to return to his normal life (again), he was definitely feeling as though on the right track.

And with a shout, Jamie jumped back into the water…

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screwtoddstevesherdaddynow · 7 years

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California Heart

Chapter 2: Unexpected Coincidence "Um thanks for helping and seeing if I was okay." I nodded. "No problem. I wanted to make sure you were alright." James smiled real big. "Didn't want to damage that pretty face." "Thanks." Now I knew that was a potential move. I had to admit, he was very handsome. You could tell he had natural tan and that he spent time mostly outside. His hair was slicked back as if it were still possibly wet from the ocean. Looking at me with those hazel eyes that had specks of gold that shimmered. The five o'clock shadow complimented his sculpted face perfectly. Even though he was wearing a simple black tank, it was some sort of teasing gesture. Pressed against his body, you could sort of make out the pattern of his abdominal area. Woah. "Hello? Leslie?" He waved his hand, which I was thankful for. I didn't want to seem like the girl that always gawked at him. "Well this was nice, but I have to go." I pointed in the direction in which I intended walking in before. I turned around and started walking away from James. Hoping he would just walk back to his friend. I was unlucky with that. Feeling a tap of two fingers on my left shoulder, I turned around to face him. "Yes?" "Where are you from?" James asked quizzing me. "How do you know I'm not from here?" I asked back. He smirked as if I had challenged him in some sort of way. "Well for starters, your skin." He pointed and grabbed my arm gently to show it. James was right though, I was as pale as a ghost. Now I had something to add to this bucket list for the summer. Get tan as soon as possible. Last time I had any color was that last summer before Grandmother passed on. "Yeah so, I'm pale." I shrugged my shoulders. "I can see that. Would almost need my sunglasses." He teased. "Oh really? Cute, as would I." I snapped. "Why's that?" James seemed confused. "So I wouldn't have to view the arrogant person making fun of my skin." I continued. "Not all of us can spend 24/7 under the blistering son." "I'm not here at the beach everyday." He shot back. "Look, arguing with you sounds about as fun as getting a root canal. Twice, but I must get going." I said sarcastically. "I guess I'll see you around." He shrugged his shoulders and turned around. I watched as he walked back to his friend with his football in hand. I headed in the opposite direction and made my way down the beach. What had I done back there? I literally was so cocky. I'm never that way. Usually I am shy and tell them thank you and leave. By them, I mean cute guys. He didn't make it any easier. If you want to make a move and flirt with a girl, usually you don't make fun of her skin or anything else for that matter. It's true, that I may have been hard on the poor guy, but I have a thick skin and I wasn't going to fall for that beach dude charm. I wasn't a beach bunny. James said he would see me around, hoping he may have another chance for that matter. Well if it's up to me, he won't have another one. Once I got to the pier, I turned around and noticed I walked pretty far. It paid to be on the cross country team back home. Noticing a small restaurant, I got excited as my stomach growled. My one hope is that they had French fries. That was my guilty food of choice. The taste of the crispy potato was making my mouth water thinking about it. Smelling their scent while they were always cooking was intoxicatingly wonderful. Walking up to the counter, I saw the friendly waitress get ready to pen my order. She was fairly older and had her glasses on a chain around her neck. I would say maybe fifty seven years of age. She seemed very lively and upbeat. Her name tag read Harry. I am assuming it was short for Harriet. "What can I do for you sweetheart?" She chirped. Harry seemed to have a polite demeanor. Almost grandma like charm. "May I have a small order of your fresh cut fries, with a side of mayonnaise please?" I asked. I looked up at the menu. There was array of many food items. Fish tacos, to chicken tender baskets. They had a separate menu for desserts and soft drinks. I found something that caught my attention and would possibly quench the outrageous thirst I had. "Also one of your Rootie Toot Toot Root Beer Float please!" "You got it honey. If you wanna take a spot over there. I'll bring it to you." Harry smiled. I looked at her and then reached into my pocket for some money. Realizing my shorts didn't have pockets and I felt a rush of anxiety rush over me. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't realize I didn't have money. I can run to my cousin's house to get some." My words ran together so fast out of my mouth. Harry giggled and ripped my bill from her tablet. "Honey, you go make yourself comfortable. It's on me." She reassures me. "Are you sure? I'll pay you back." I insisted. "Tell you what. Do you see that help wanted sign?" She said pointing to the sign by the napkin dispenser. I nodded. "You got it! I'm a very good worker and I won't slip up." I beamed. "Woah there deary, slow down." She giggled again. "The job is yours. Maybe with that young pretty face we can get some of them younger kids in here. My son is always coming up with ways to get people here." "Oh, how old is he?" I asked to make it sound I was interested. In a way I was. "He's twenty. Works for my ex husband as an extra mechanic." She explained. "Does he help out here?" I played with some straw paper. "Oh once in a great while. He's his father's son." She rolled her eyes. I looked at her studying her features some. Her eyes twinkled with gold specks in the pools of green they were. When you'd look closely, you'd see freckles sprawled out on her nose and cheeks. The small spurts of gray in her hair made her look distinguished somewhat. "If you don't mind Harry, why did you divorce him? I mean I don't want to be nosy." I lied. It's one of those things you feel the need to ask. "Well honey, see we have three beautiful children. My daughter and two sons." She started tearing up and went on. "We were going to have a fourth child. We didn't know exactly the sex or anything more at the time. One day, we had started out on a small trip down to San Diego to see some family. My daughter at the time, stayed home with my parents. So it was me and my two sons. My husband Hal was already there in San Diego with his mom. On our way down, we had an accident. A drunk driver caused it. My youngest son had serious injuries, as well as my oldest had some broken ribs. I lost the baby." "Oh Harry, I am so sorry." I began to weep. She grabbed a tissue from behind the counter and wiped my tears. "It's alright. God needed the little angel. But after that, I had became depressed and so did Hal. It took a toll on us badly and that's when we thought we would mutually agree to the divorce." She explained. Harry walked to the fryer and got the fries out to put in my small container. "Are you still close?" I hoped they were. I felt so bad. "Of course. Hal is my best friend." She reassured me. That made me feel somewhat better that they were still close. It was good for them both. I was glad it hadn't ended on bad terms. Harry handed me the fries and my mayonnaise. "Well dear, you can start today. After you're done eating. Mind peeling potatoes?" Harry asked while wiping her counter. I nodded and she smiled. Weird enough, it's as if I had seen the smile before. I shrugged that thought away. Later on, I had peeled a fifty pound bag of potatoes and had them ready to be thrown into the fryer. Harry had a few more customers through the day. Some of them were families with little kids. Some were so very bratty, as others were well behaved. Harry gave those children lollipops for their good behavior. After that, I refilled the napkin dispensers and made sure all the salt and pepper shakers were full. It felt good to be productive. Plus Harry seemed like the first decent person I've met since getting here besides Macy and her beau. James I was still iffy about. Eventually I began sweeping up some garbage and dirt off the floor and I heard the bell ring at the door. I looked up and saw the familiar face walking towards me. This time he had ripped jeans on and a normal white tee shirt on. His hair was still slicked back. He took his sunglasses off and there was those perfect hazel eyes again. James had walked in. "Can I help you?" I sarcastically asked. He chuckled. "I'm here for the owner." James said a matter of factly. I looked at him confused. "Well I don't think your moves will work on Harry." I began sweeping again. "Well I would hope not." He teased. All of a sudden the door to the kitchen swung open. Harry came out with her smile bigger than before. She came over and gave James a big bear hug and squeezed him. "My boy is here!" She yelled. "Boy? Your boy?" I was beyond confused. Was this the younger son she had? "Yep that's right, Harry is my mom." He noticed my questionable look. "James be nice. Now meet my new employee." She looked over at me. "Oh bother, honey I never got your name. What is it again?" "Leslie. It's Leslie mom." James butted in. He winked. "Do you two know one another?" Now Harry was confused. "Kinda. We met on the beach earlier." Setting the broom aside and tried to comprehend this. "Well good I'm glad you know each other already." Harry chirped. She left go of James and turned towards the kitchen. She yelled back to him. "James, honey I'm going to make your fish tacos." "Thanks mom!" He smiled. His gaze came back to me as I stood there as still as a stone. "Harry is your mom?" I asked again. "Yeah, and apparently you work for her?" He shot back. "No, I just sweep the floors for the floor fetish I have." Curse my sarcastic nature. "Listen I wanted to apologize." James sat down at the table next to where I was standing. "For what exactly?" He didn't really have to apologize but it was nice. "For apparently putting the moves on you." James looked up at me and waited for my response. "It's okay. I shouldn't have got so defensive." Pulling a chair out for myself, I sat down. "Can I ask you something?" He asked me as he fiddled with his yarn bracelet on his wrist. It was pretty. It had three different colors and was braided so well. "Shoot." I egged him on to continue. "What brings you here?" He could see I was caught off guard from the question. Was he actually wondering for the purpose of caring? Or was it because he was nosy? "Well..." I began. This was gonna be a long story. I wasn't sure how to put it, but I could tell he was actually interested. So maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to tell him why I'm here. He was being nice this time. At least I'm hoping he is. There was only one way to tell if his concern is real. So I began my story. Chapter 3 is next!!

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