🌲// Nowhere does have a waffle house and in the twilight hours its a magnet for cryptid sightings and strange happenings to occur. None of the locals really bat an eye at this.

👽🛰️🚀I love space ☄️🛸🔭 its so wild. Ignor the 💀☠️ deathlaser 🧪🧫🔬 btw 💚💜🖤its nothing ☄️🚀 don’t worry abt it 😄😁😌😊🤣😂 i would never 🤗😁 set 💞off the 😎😊😉 death laser 😄😉💚😊😂💚💜💞🤣😆😛

[🧪💜]— Names

Doc’s current legal name “Ezekiel Walker” is not his real name, but an alias for himself after his proclaimed “death" during the containment breach of ATLAS. With fake ID and documents forged by yours truly, he now guards his old name and identity very closely (It's Joseph). He prefers the name Doc much more, and still finds it weird whenever someone calls him Ezekiel/Zeke. Ophelia's real name before ATLAS has been long lost & forgotten— the names of those taken for experiments were not kept long term in the research documentation and notes. Currently, Ophelia is not interested in learning this for herself, or at least— so she says. (it's Sofía).

"By the stars above— what was I on, picking out Ezekiel? It's so pretentious..."

"Heehee—! Ooh, but I think it’s so cuuute~♡! You can always change your name again, though.”

"—and redo all of those identifications? Ugh, no. I just finished perfecting the deed to the farmhouse."

[💜] Ophelia caught her breath slowly but surely, with a few hiccups in between as the necrotic static dissipated (though she was more purple than usual).

“Terrrry!!! You cheated!” And with a whine, that flushed purple didn’t go away, especially not when she puffed her cheeks into a pout (again) and stomped her foot! With her hands on her hips, too— wow! What a sore loser! (wasn’t she the one that started this, too?)

But, Ophelia’s upset facade cracked as a giggle slipped through, alongside another hiccup. She even tried to cover her own smile underneath her hands but … how could she not melt under that sweet smile and lovable laugh of his?

“Nooo, no, I’m okaaay. It was a LITTLE funny— but don’t you get any more bright ideas, mister!” She stuck her tongue out at him like the mature adult she was. Yet, her own concern was next: “um, hey ... I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

TERRY YES!

He was relentless. When was the last time he'd got to play around like this? Maybe back when he was younger. Much younger. Back when he - or who he once was- and his siblings used to play together.

Terry started to falter. The grin on his face (and since when did that get there?!) softened. But clearly he wasn't stopping fast enough because before he realised sparks of purple surround his vision.

He lets out a little startled noise and jerked back quicker than what one would expect from someone who normally seemed vaguely drained of life. It didn't sting so much as it was just startling.

Then he laughed.

"That wasn't too much, was it?"

[💜] At first, Ophelia could only watch. Petrified like stone; memories of long ago trickled in at the sight of Rex— ones she tried so, so hard to keep locked away.

She would keep them locked away once more, for Rex needed both of them now.

Ophelia hovered closer again to a now crouched Rex, where he crawled only mere inches from the mech and slowed to a stop. Her hand reached out … and she hesitated for a brief moment … but then gently touched his shoulder.

She felt bone before she felt familiar soft flesh. 

Her chest seized and squeezed. Then, the scar that split down the middle of her chest slowly peeled open, and from deep within— Ectoplasm seeped out under a cascade of cosmic overflow.

“Hey ... take what you need. You won’t hurt me,” the energy was infinite, but in truth, she didn’t know how Rex would handle Ectoplasm like this. It was violent and it was volatile— its healing touch had overwhelmed Doc to unconsciousness long ago; but would this be the same as mending a broken body? The eldritch energy was cosmic in nature.

Though, most importantly: it was the only idea she had.

With bated breath, she watched over Rex evermore like a hawk. The same hand on his shoulder moved down to the middle of his back for any kind of support she could muster.

“Can I help you move?”

The wretched, near-skeletal husk looked up at Ophelia, trying to register that she was there and that this was all real. Crawling past her to get out of the mech and onto the ground to inch after Doc. Or really, anywhere he could begin to restore his energy reserves, converting whatever he could find into cosmic force.

The return flight had been taxing. The energy Rex could generate on his own was still delayed. There was a moment where he got up to a crouch, and tensed up so he could charge up more energy than he passively received, something he only did in the middle of an intense battle to keep himself going. It hurt too much to keep doing, and although some of Rex's body healed suddenly, he still looked extremely gaunt.

Eventually he stopped moving. Still breathing, but he did not resume moving for a good few minutes. Like he was resting, thinking a million thoughts, and still aching anyway. Father Necrosis had primed him for the kill, if Doc hadn't arrived when he did. Because the way honed energy wielders like Rex were built, there would never be a quick and painless demise.

It was always going to be slow and painful. Necrosis's ability had made it even slower and more agonizing than Rex ever thought could be possible.

yes yes characters doomed by the narrative always slap BUT what about characters saved by the narrative? characters who have already given up hope and don't know they have a happy ending? characters who believe they are a lost cause, characters who feel irredeemable, characters who think there's nothing left for them, but the narrative does provide a way out? what about the characters who don't expect anything good, who don't even remember how to wish for it anymore, who get the things they need anyway? what about the characters who actively run from being saved getting saved in a way they can't stop or control. what about being saved by the narrative!!!

[💜] “TERRYNO—!!!” <- but it was far, far too late.

THIS IDIOT GOT TICKLED. OH SHE SCREAMED! SHE LAUGHED!! SHE CRIED A LIL’ AND THEN SCREAMED SOME MORE!!!

If Terry could somehow hear under the shrieks and squeals: there was even a single snort, too.

“T. ERRY S TTTO O P !!!”

In the excitement (and perhaps in a desperate plea to escape while somehow simultaneously forgetting she could, in fact, become intangible to touch)— Ophelia tried to slap Shithead Supreme away while SPARKS of Ectoplasm CHARGED OUT IN A FRENZY.

"Oh? Is that so?" He didn't really seem like he doubted her. There's a soft smile as he closed the gap between them. "Guess I'll just take your word for it."

That little smile grew wider.

"And I guess you wouldn't mind then, if I do this!"

GET TICKLED IDIOT!!!

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name: Boo! pronouns: She/They (no preference, i like both :3)  preferred comms: tumblr ims mostly! if we mesh well+spoken ooc a lot we can chat on discord too :) i uuh do tend to forget to check my discord messages outside of my webhooks however names of muse: Ophelia, Doc, Copycat and Father Necrosis rn! A few ✨secret-menu✨ muses/npc’s as well

experience in RP: been rp’ing since i was 13 so bout 14 yrs exp rn! (i say 10+ in my rules tho cause that’s one less number i have to change each birthday)— most of my experiences have been w/ a close knit group of buds that soon turned into 1+1 rp’ing with a bestie im still VERY close with :3c

i dabbled in online rp’ing around eeeeeehhh 2015ish but i certainly wasnt putting myself out there like i am now sdfsdfg

best experiences: the entirety of this blog tbh. a few bumps in the road and learning curves to get back into the groove of things, but ultimately i feel like a carved out a really excellent and chill lil’ corner on this site :”) special shoutouts to some really INCREDIBLE partners and buds that make rp’ing on here beyond delightful:

@pzfr is a phenomenal writer, a beyond thoughtful rp partner and perhaps a bit too powerful of a creative— personally if some horrific yet comedic demise should befall me then i trust full custody of doc & ophelia to him 100% HE GETS IT (don’t u worry i’ll live forever tho). For real though, there's such genuine love in the way he works with the genres that inspire him as well as with writing as a whole! @5mind GAAAARLIIIIIIIC. we continuously cook up dubious foods in the dms; our plots are forebodingly diabolical (affectionate) and [covering garlic's ears] i still plan to consume their brain for power. he’s got THE most creative and inspired never before seen characters on this side of the universe that i adore so so so much and tbh if you aren’t following her like…….bro be fr with me rn like why @riiese Mark’s writing legitimately inspires me. They are THE voice master dude. The way they weave words together feels right out of a fairytale with this whimsical magic to it that gets me lost in the moment!!! i can’t help but get swept up in their beautiful prose!!! @dynamoprotocol BRO lowkey i remember being shocked when I saw he followed me. From the writing, the care to detail, the art, Clarissa/Chance’s development, the worldbuilding, AND he’s CHILL AS FUCK??? and you wanna follow ME dude??? for real though, i cant sing enough high praises!! @natterghast i stumbled upon her by chance and sooooooo happy i did <33 their ocs absolutely captivated me, each one has this cozy cosmic horror vibe that im? obsessed with?? AND THE WAY SHE WRITES IS SO GORGEOUS AND FULL OF MEANING AND CARE THEY PUT IN AND [wrattling the bars in my enclosure]

there are so many more i can shout out but i will have to cap it here since this post has gotten ... so long and i am now so sleepy. Genuinely though, everyone I follow and get to see pop up on my dash both makes me day and inspires me as a creative each and every time!!!

pet peeves/dealbreakers: the biggest ones for me rn are like … needlessly aggressive ooc attitudes, be it towards anons, in rules, in posts— esp if someone is flaunting about being mean i uh. have fun i guess? not for me.

Condescending rules, especially those geared towards oc’s, might even result in an insta-block from me. (i promise it’s okay to just say ur selective overall and leave it at that).

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): I generally like to lean more into light-hearted & comedic stuff, esp when first interacting but cus it’s fun! Once I get comfy with my rp buds tho i do loooooove to get into the meat n potatoes— the drama, the action, THE DRAMA!!! <- but a nice balance is important to me!

if everything is doom n’ gloom all the time without either a break, some sort of bitter-sweetness, and/or light at the end of the tunnel— then The Dread™ starts to feel too much for me :0 that being said … horror is … so much fun too <3

plot or memes: memes are a life savior esp when it comes to breaking the ice— i wouldn’t be cookin’ up like. any of the delectable plots i got brewing in the dms without em >:0

long or short replies: BOTH! i tend to naturally lean towards longer replies, moreso because i always have A Lot To Say™️ but i love goofing around with shorter stuff <3

best time to write: if i had my way it’d be an hour or two after i wake up in the morning and made myself my fancy energy drink + did my n.eopets dailies 💕 i try to make sure i get one day off like this each weekend it’s so lovely. Otherwise, i try not to stress about it too much and do what i can. i want my rp buds to know i genuinely dont mind waiting for replies or anything and i think it starts with how you hold yourself to that same degree too

are you like your muse?: ooooo aren’t we all in some way? it’s important to sprinkle some part or facet of YOU into them, especially ocs!

i will say, Doc is far closer alike to me versus anyone else on this blog, esp when it comes to values! he’s just far more gung-ho that i could ever have the energy to be tho. also i hope im not as stubborn as him 💀

i did give Ophelia my weird girl tendencies tho but cranked that shit up into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!!!

tagged by: @pzfr

tagging: i uh. i think most of my mutuals already got tagged this SO if you see this and you havent........PLEASE do this and tag me weeheehee <3

. ✦ ݁ ˖ @5mind played the uno reverse trap card !!!

[💜] Aw, booo!!! Ophelia's pout instantaneously popped back up with a huff n' puff— Terry said no and he meant it, too! ... But then he had to ask her, huh?

"Oh, me?"

... ... ...

She shimmied a lil' away before answering so very confidently:

"u. um—NUH-UH!!!"

👽// just had a personal account reblog one of my answered ic asks/threads from back in January and tagged it only as reference im 🧍‍♂️

💜🧪// i think it might be expected for Ophelia to be brutally + unwaveringly protective of those she loves, and while that IS true & not rly surprising …

It’s good to remember that Doc did cause a colony-wide containment breach that killed hundreds if not thousands just to save one (1) ☝️1️⃣ girl AND WHILE HE DOES struggle with guilt over the lost lives— he wouldn’t do anything different about it.

They’re both the type of people to commit atrocities just to make sure they save their loved ones / keep their loved ones safe.

Years ago my sister told me abt how she used to play online survival games like Rust or something etc. w her friends and she'd go in VC this over-the-top 'girly' voice like "ummm hey I don't play videogames much and I reeeaaallly don't know what's going on teehee, can anyone pleaaase come help me I'm so confused" and then when some guy showed up all of her friends would swarm and kill

[☣️] Father Necrosis turned towards Antares again, his head tilted while he examined the enforcer once again. The hand-towel now drenched in red.

What a polite, pleasant young man. Perhaps even once upon a time, a sweet child instead of a killer. For a moment— Necrosis wondered just how resilient that chitin really was.

Just how efficient could his body mend injury? Did it reject the cybernetic at first? To what lengths would his body undergo to keep its host alive? <- Could that limit be pushed further before the cells collapsed into its own makeshift demise? Would they perhaps survive under Ectoplasm’s influence?

He’d have to put in a formal request to see the enforcer in action.

“Maybe.” He repeated, the timber in his voice softened. “The universe has a strange sense of humor; or so I’ve been told. Who knows if that is true— yet, regardless … we still persevere.”

Necrosis sighed, and then spoke with a lilt of humor behind his mask of his: “How exhausting, hm?” before he chuckled.

Then, he turned over to the full cart of contained organs that floated in cryokinetic ooze, only to turn his attention back over to The Agency’s watchdog.

He seemed antsy.

“Could you take these for me into the back freezer? Do mind your step— I’m afraid the janitor hasn’t had a chance to stop by in there just yet.”

Hasn’t had a chance or purposely avoiding?

“If you’d like to take a small break afterwards, as well: feel free,” at those words, the experiment on the table whimpered. Necrosis looked down at the writhed flesh. “No, no— not you. We have much still left to do, after all.”

For a moment, in the silence of contemplation, Antares feared he may have just stepped on a livemine. He trained his eyes on the scientist, full alert. But nothing like what he feared came.

Whether this was better or worse, Antares couldn't say. Actually he wasn't sure what to make of this at all because he certainly wasn't expecting Necrosis to have a moment here.

So the enforcer listened silently as the other man talked about something that sounded too good to be true in what sounded so much like sincerity. Now Antares didn't trust the scientist, not by a long shot, but he didn't think Necrosis was lying here. Delusional, most likely. But not deliberately speaking untruths.

But still...must be nice to have a dream. Even if it's an absolute pipedream that he will be laughing at in the DMs with Beetle.

"Ah-" Antares couldn't help himself as the heart squelched in a gloved grip. Was it badly damaged ? He couldn't really tell from where he was but either way someone will find a use for it, he supposed.

And now Necrosis was turning the conversation back towards him. Fair enough. But really?

Really?

No, he couldn't relate. Because his life didn't turn upside down all at once - it was a gradual downwards spiral, slow and suffocating. And it's still going as far as he's concerned.

"A little, I guess." He shifted his weight from one foot to another. He should probably get some empty containment cells for the scientist soon. "Still waiting for it to turn, actually. Maybe then it'll be right-side up." Fat chance, but he's not here to be a downer.

"Maybe it'll turn for you too."

💜🎤// i think Ophelia would get reeeally into babymetal and genres like it. let her into ur rock band she can shriek like a banshee!!!

By far the MOST comic book of living statuses:

. ✦ ݁ ˖ @tentacletrench sent in: Intruder alert!!!! Someone -or something - has been making themselves a bit too comfortable at the farmhouse. There's dirt and mud all over the floor. The fridge is open (there's more dirt on it too). A creature in a trenchcoat is sprawled on the couch, tv remote in their tentacles, flipping through channels although they're not actually facing the screen.

[🧪] Doc woke up in a panic, and wouldn’t you as well, if your security alarms BLARED in YOUR workshop?!

Panic swelled up in his chest (or was that indigestion? no, no: definitely panic). He quickly looked over at the clock— Ophelia wasn’t supposed to be home for a few more hours … and even then, she never tripped the security alarms before.

Armed with a dubiously crafted raygun that was previously taped under a desk, Doc snuck out from inside the workshop shed and crept inside the farmhouse. A trail of mud led him through the kitchen (to which he quietly shut the fridge door with a grumble under his breath about how electricity wasn’t free you know) and he heard the tv static from the other room. 

As quiet as a mouse, Doc tip-toed past the kitchen and remained low to the floor with his firearm readied. Someone … was watching his tv?! A scowl wrinkled up his face. Burglars sure had a lot of nerve these days!

In a swift motion, a blink and you miss, Doc whipped around the sofa and FIRED the particle scrambler at—!!!

“Y—YOU?! AGAIN!?!”

Doc raised the firearm last minute and it SHOT the ceiling fan where it then SMASHED the coffee table below to smithereens! His jaw agape at the sight in front of him. They ... they got dirt all over the sofa!!!

“WHATTYA THINK YOU’RE DOING IN HERE, HUH?!”