#outofthiisworld

[mechahero]

@outofthiisworld asked- 👗 for me to design an outfit based off of your muse! — lemme see that Ophelia fit, Lambda!!! 👁️👁️ send 👗 for me to design an outfit based off of your muse! (accepting!)

//When you said matching fur coats, you were so right about that.

#//his is more fuzzy though but the point still stands! #//doing the cartoon character thing where they have earrings over their hair or something #//pretty sure that's a thing anyway #//if only bc i keep designing cool earrings only to have to cover them up with hair and i'm tired of that!! #//he'd have a cute as hell dress too! anyways here! :> #why are you botherin' me? {answered memes} #outofthiisworld #mocha's art

[grandgrief]

💡— Nero’s first impression of 💜Ophelia and/or 🧪Doc if u wanna? :3c

send me a 💡 and i'll tell you my muse's first impression of your muse. alternatively, send me 🧲 and i'll tell you what my muse currently thinks of your muse.

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"Poor oldster. Even among us scoundrels he must think of himself as reprehensible after what he did to save one person."

He may also feel profound regret, if this is the verse where he shot off Doc's arm by accident.

"I've had ENOUGH of this ghost. Sick of her phasing through my walls and declaring things we're going to do in our 'shared' future. Gimme a break."

(That opinion hasn't changed. Arguably it's become even worse).

#[ic] Activation #outofthiisworld #[ask] subspace chatter #[rp meme] setups & scores

[5mind]

CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life <- Fivemind!

CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

Sparks flew as 01's blade met metal, scratching into an all too familiar slate gray arm. Their opponent was unyielding. It was taller, sturdier, and -unfortunately- was once one of their own.

And yet , the puppet that used to be 02 was graceless. The humans that had stolen their appendage seemed to be better at hi-jacking machines than actually using them in combat. Oh those thieves knew how to fight alright, just not through a body built for someone else.

The shell of their second unit fought with no regard for its own funtionality. It was reckless and foolish. Much like the Ai had been.

It shouldn't have asked for help. Shouldn't have taken that offer for a job. Shouldn't have even considered trusting again after so long.

The clash of metal on metal petered out into screeching scrapes as Unit 01 took to grappling their opponent to hold it still until their fingers could reach partially exposed cables at the back of 02's neck.

As the cables were ripped out, the once stolen unit jolted for a moment before falling limp into its counterpart's arms.

It was over. And yet, silence did not fall.

They had drawn too much attention. Civilians gawked, a camera flashed, and a question was raised.

"Who -or what- is that!?"

What the machine really was was something it would rather not be. However, there was something it wanted to be. Something it felt it should be, if only because it was all it had filled their processor with.

A squadron ... of one.

#outofthiisworld #[ ic : one in five ] #[ fivelog ] #(( this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long lol #(( also yeah the units are just referred to by number b4 the squadron thing was cemented

[playedbetter]

@outofthiisworld said: [Cosmic Horror]: you blinked at the face of the unknown and it blinked back. ( Ivory & Sofia? :3c )

Now this was a strange place among the stars, a satellite of necrosis. They can feel death whaft through the halls, but what interests them most is the one right on the verge of a true death. They appeared right in front of her, not even separated by glass of there'd be room to stand like that. They tilt their ivory face at her, taking in the details of her warm brown skin, chipped dusty rose nailpolish, and most of all the life in her eyes.

They speak, their voice only above a whisper, and only meant for her. "What brought you here?"

#ivory; ic #ivory; main verse #ivory; sofia (outofthiisworld) #outofthiisworld #death tw

[pzfr]

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) //pop off chum

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

There have been some past interactions that lead me to question if people have even read my character bio or acknowledge anything I'm saying within a thread because Rex is constantly assumed-- even after actions and dialogue to be a generic lawful stupid hero. It's so funny because then he receives the most surface level jabs at heroics as if he were famous and gets along with law enforcement.

And it is such a shame. Especially with villain characters. Like I don't know how to explain the big "wake up sheeple" loss of innocence moment previous threads have tried to induce already happened. It's kind of a key component to how Rex is characterized and could engage with other settings.

For true blue villains who aren't sympathetic they can still criticize heroics-- honestly even more so because everything they thought about the pageantry and elitism of it all is true! Even among genuinely altruistic types. And only a small contingent of grassroots do-gooders like Rex are struggling to oppose it, which makes them seem laughably futile. It's also not an indictment of other folks' hero characters either. Nobody has to suddenly make their character an asshole. Just don't ignore Rex's backstory or act like it's impossible? Something like that.

At the minimum the ideal would be acknowledging Rex has some trauma there and it influences his interactions even without going too in-depth into his lore. At the maximum it'd be reckoning with tangible status-over-alignment corruption, maybe even comparing/contrasting settings and the roads they're each taking towards their respective futures. With other hero/villain types.

#[ooc] out of orbit #[ask] letters column #outofthiisworld

[hellzcominwithme]

@outofthiisworld // starter call.

and on-going issue eve found herself with was her own crippling bisexuality. while she could usually handle herself around men she found appealing, the moment she saw a woman she found pretty, it was like her brain turned off entirely. she was just staring at the other for what felt like forever before speaking.

❛ ooh ... your hair is such a lovely shade of purple ...! ❜

#outofthiisworld #ic ; eve.

[elysiumheartrp]

@outofthiisworld still thinking about the bittersweet ATLAS coffee break

#outofthiisworld #oc: corey newton #art tag

[illsuiteddowner]

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.” —There’s a sort of irony somewhere here, what with a 💜dead girl telling Arthur this, as if SHE hadn’t stuck out like a sore thumb herself… but, oooh: details.

Arthur startled when someone spoke to him, then startled again when his eyes landed on the speaker. Panic and adrenaline surged through him and he tensed to run, but just in time his brain caught up and he remembered he wasn't in Wellington Wells anymore. He wasn't doing anything wrong. It wasn't dangerous not to fit in here. He hoped.

It was odd to come up to a stranger in a library, though. Arthur didn't know if things had changed in the last sixty years or if the woman was just strange. He often didn't know that. And just about everything about the woman was bringing up that exact question.

"Is it the suit?" he said in a fretful whisper. "People don't really seem to wear suits much anymore." Everyone in the outside world seemed so frightfully underdressed. There was a teenage girl over by the computers wearing pajama bottoms. That was one thing about this place that Arthur would never adapt to. He wasn't going outside in less than a proper suit, even if seemed to draw more attention now than it used to.

"But I'm, ah... I'm English." He was from a lot further than just England. He tried not to let people pick up on that. It stressed him out how strange and stupid he seemed in this wildly different world. "I'm afraid I'm still acclimating to American culture."

#outofthiisworld #v. modern #((i know you sent it bc i liked your post offering to send memes but I'm so glad you did! i loved writing this so much! i love ophelia!!))

[freekzoutarchive]

For Ruth: ✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

For Funke: 🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Dealer's Choice! 💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

✂️ SCISSORS -- is this a lesbian joke. . . 😳 ruth's not well-versed in actually having people around her so i think sometimes she is too hasty and ready to declare something as being the "last straw" and funke has to rest a hand on her shoulder and be like. reconsider, babes. her empathy doesn't stretch very far when it comes to bullshit and bigotry etc. if someone is a repeat offender -- continually subjecting her to behaviours she's expressed her dislike or discomfort for, then yeah. Goodbye!

🪤 MOUSE TRAP -- definitely his nearest and dearest in peril. the f in funke is for Fambly. funke doesn't think he's invincible but because his gift is stupidly effective he does tend to want to act on any counts of injustice he witnesses/hears about no matter who or what he'd be up against. he is living the Vigilante Life. but i'm always thinking about funke bursting into a room ready to annihilate some nostrils and there's just a bunch of evil guys standing with gasmasks on and he's like :) (homer simpson retreating into hedge gif)

💢 ANGER -- for ruth: her short temper/lack of patience, her tendency to sound like she's shouting at you (she's just talking), silently entering a room and then terrifying you when she's suddenly PRESENT AND ACCOUNTED FOR, and then some autism stuff so like her bluntness and appearing "unfeeling"

for funke: (gestures to funke)

#master blaster. #burnin' down the house. #outofthiisworld #thank you!!

[iobartach]

@outofthiisworld [doc] asked; ‘actually, I’m feeling fine. better than. I feel wonderful. I feel like roses and sunshine and glitter.’ — detecting hints of sarcasm in 🧪Doc’s voice. One might even have a sneaking suspicion that the old geezer was, in fact, not feeling fine. Ooh, the dramatics …

vicious novel prompts

The choice of clipped phrase yields no reaction. Instead, the energy that would've been wasted taking such bait was put towards a better use, first seen as he stayed by the man's side, crouching beside him instead of walking away. Draping an arm over a bent leg, the crimson lines of his mask are drawn together, features pinching beneath the hard light covering as he surveys the stranger for any signs of injury.

"Drop the act, older timer." Challenging the Doc's sarcasm with his own curt reply, Miguel juts his head upwards a fraction as he fidgets with a device attached to his left wrist. Presented with a stream of information, it steals the Spider's attention for a moment, eyes soon drifting back to the cantankerous stranger, poised to dismiss his claims.

"I'm no doctor, but even I can tell that you've taken a bad fall." He had heard it rather than seen it happen, a vociferous stream of complaints that aimed to grab attention. Unable to ignore such a sound, Miguel had diverted away from his original path to discover the man in his present condition; full of spit and vinegar, in spite of everything.

"Can you sit up straight?"

#outofthiisworld #verse; trasnaigh an rubaicón #answered prompt #i have received (1) thing from doc and i'm already intrigued 🤣 #thank you for this!

[mechahero]

@outofthiisworld asked- “POOF!” — get ECTOPLASMED!!! (no wrong answer purple cosmic horror GO) Send "POOF!" and my muse is suddenly your muses' species! (accepting)

world's most anxious space abomination

#//WOOOOO #//guy who is just ectoplasm! and he would still be weird lmao #//a different kind of weird but still weird! #//also got to test out a new brush for this which is so nice #why are you botherin' me? {answered memes} #mocha's art #outofthiisworld

[grandgrief]

💌— it’s less a love letter and more like a whole hypothetical wedding itinerary. When the letter is opened, a mass of glitter puffs out and it’s all written in glittery gel ink w/ hearts doodled all around it. She thinks the cake should ooze green goo and W4-114CE should be the officiant. xoxo 💜Ophelia

Send '💌' for your muse to send mine love letters.

If you can't see the emoji, send 'love letters'.

If you want to reverse who sends what add 'reverse'.

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At this rate, Nero was certain the glitter was worse than seasonal pollen. And the hearts she drew! It was like every element of this was mathematically calculated to tick him off-- no doubt Doc helped with that part, somehow. Or maybe he just offered moral support.

But even this level of meticulousness was unheard of. Ophelia had even gone as far as to confirm the J.E.V. androids could officiate weddings, and had a service on speed-dial to create a Nickelodeon-slime cake.

So he set the letter aside, and went back to his drawing board. Moving away his Technician's blueprints and other engineering things, in favor of more Looney Tunes/Tom & Jerryesque schemes to make Ophelia stop being smitten with him....

"Okay. Okay..."

#[ic] Activation #outofthiisworld #[ask] subspace chatter #//He's going to start playing Cbat on the speakers whenever she gets too close to him

[5mind]

@outofthiisworld

"Much more than a human would," the red ranger replied. "It would depend on the unit too."

"I suppose I should go get Blue Two since she was the one who tased you...although there is not much difference either ways."

#((wait does he even kmow theyre ...one in five #outofthiisworld #[ ic : unit red one ]

[playedbetter]

@outofthiisworld got stuck.

In a town this size, he had noticed there were not a lot of elevators. To be fair the tallest building was about six stories and was an office space as far as he could tell. He was glad this place did though given the armful of family reunion supplies he had picked up for his mom. Entering it there was an older man with several packages of unknown contents already in there. Nathan tried to give him as much space as possible in such a small space and hit the first floor button with his elbow if it wasn't already pressed.

"You a local?" He begun chatting in a chipper tone. "I'm just here with my mom for a bit but this place has been so nice. Such a cool vibe. Hey, anywhere you think-"

Before he could finish his question the elevator let out a sudden crunching sound and grinded to a halt. It had broken.

"Oh no," Nathan looked at the doors with a frown. "...So do you think you're up to helping me try to pry these open? I think I can manage if you aren't,"

#nathan; ic #nathan; main verse #nathan; doc (outofthiisworld) #outofthiisworld #closed starters; #claustrophobia tw

[pzfr]

(NIGHTMARE) Rex knew it was coming before it detonated, and how could he not?

His sight clouded, a loss of vision that could have seen beyond the depths of life in subatomic, minuscule detail now blinded by an all-too-familiar glow that breached from behind his eyes.

Hearing depleted into a sharp, distant ring as the screams and shots of someone either near him or faraway (he couldn’t tell. he couldn’t tell?) drowned underneath a buildup of booming, cosmic thrums from within.

Rex was sure he had been beaten to the ground and the assault must have NOT stopped— but he couldn’t feel it anymore. Not underneath the loss of control, his body self-mutated beyond belief as his physical shell of a husk was ripped apart at the seams. The glow encased inside leaked out; all the training and trials and tribulations meant little to the cosmic force that reached it’s final atomic meltdown that brewed inside until flesh that hadn’t bled in ages, tore itself apart from an inner barrage of plasma and energy erupted into a self-made supernova.

Go on anon and send my muse a nightmare! Could be about people they love, people they’ve lost, events in their lives, irrational fears they have, or anything you want! 

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The culmination of man's mistakes came the day The sun ran so hot, it turned the desert to glass.

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Rex thought at first, that maybe with the dulling of his hyper-senses everything could be calm for while. Until he lost them altogether. The final fight had come, and he was due for dying.

But no, said the nightmare:

"It's better to burn out, THAN TO FADE AWAAAAY!"

Not even in dreams could Rex expect a quiet end, or to escape the taunting of his most hateful foes. When one was nearly-invulnerable, the only demise possible would be an undoubtedly violent one. Though incapable of being cut or pierced, all attacks still hurt him. And once enough damage was dealt his body began to jettison the iridescent plasma that passed for his 'blood' now, as it split off from his physical body and hovered through the air before all those streams and globules dissipated.

Not that it would stop there.

They had achieved something else. Something far worse. Rex's very limbs split apart, his gore was bright, and in neon shades nowhere near red blood. His disembodied hand twitched and grasped at nothing as it too would levitate through the air, along with the rest of his parts. Before the end he could feel half of his face gone, the brain exposed.

The greatest horror came when he tried to use every method he could to anchor himself to his body on Earth. That only altered it beyond recognition, beyond everyday use as a neighbor to other humanoid lifeforms. The sheer madness it induced caused him to scream, the typhoon power of his cry a mere prelude to something more expansive, the sort of destruction he never wanted to bring about unto any world.

____ If there's something to be learned from all these losers...

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Was he ever really a person? A real one, that is. He was boiled for nine months in a pod. Was there ever a time where he wasn't being attuned to the cosmic forces his assembly-- a structure like that of family, demanded of him? He wore it so well all these years. Eating, sleeping, indulging in the entertainment, as well as participating in the affairs of Earth's inhabitants.

And then he was largely shunned. He reminded himself every time that even on his beloved, adopted home there would be cruelty and corruption. Even among self-styled protectors. But it was only through the scope of this nightmare, that he could see they weren't the only ones playing a vast game of pretend: For all his resistance of their ways, didn't this revelation serve as proof that he wasn't much better than the rest of them? Playing at something he wasn't.

He saw his mentor-supervisor, Rutler. He had no such issue controlling himself, nor did his 'cousins' elsewhere in the cosmos. They accepted what they all were, and yet again the dream logic made things Rex disagreed staunchly with seem sensible, even correct.

Where would he go once he exploded into a supernova? Would it all just stop there? Would he be condemned to the higher dimensions of some unknowable overspace? It was in the span between minutes that he pondered these things. And as soon as he was done everything went fast-forward.

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It's that the price that you pay For arrogance and a false sense of immunity Is to face the wrath of a dying star.

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Rex shot awake, overwhelmed by the cold sweat about his body, his mussed hair that felt like it was nearly torn out. He didn't gasp for air until he noticed he hadn't been breathing, and then he was huffing fiercely to fill the depths of his lungs.

Trip to the bathroom. Glass of water from the kitchen. And then he looked out the window of his apartment to see if everything was still there. And it was: blanketed by the dark-- and in the city, there was always a light on somewhere.

No getting back to sleep tonight.

#[ask] letters column #outofthiisworld #body horror // #unreality // #[drabbles] astonishing anecdotes #long post #[IC] Stand A Chance

[hellzcominwithme]

📝 for a rule you think is important when it comes to role playing!

ask memes. || munday no-no and yes-yes list! @outofthiisworld

ooc. a big big thing is mutual respect between writers. ensuring nothing you're doing is making anyone uncomfortable. and communication if that IS the case! no one can read minds, after all.

it feels like i've witnessed too many scenarios in the past year or two that could have easily been remedied by simply reaching out to someone in private and talking stuff out.

it's super duper important to me due to me being neurodivergent. i don't always get social cues or even pick up that i'm doing anything someone doesn't like over text.

in short: COMMUNICATIOOON.

#outofthiisworld #ooc. #asks.