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((Leaving this up while other things get done, I may pop in periodically))
((Wonderlandstuck, Alice!Tavros. Beware, there is a sassy, cross dressing, effeminate boy in this starter, but it's none of that silly crying, blubbering uke nonsense. He can wear a dress and be feisty at the same time.
Anyway, this is a nearly anything goes type of prompt~ Males only for shipping, bonus points for any Striders or Makaras! Can become shippy or NSFW if wanted but some plot beforehand would be great! Should be noted that Tavros is a power bottom if it becomes NSFW. Please match prompt length, I'd like literate, long term roleplayers, please. :3))
It seemed as if the hole had simply appeared out of thin air below his feet and sucked him down once a white rabbit he had seen earlier disappeared.
Tavros Nitram, a petite copperblood gardener for the royal family, was simply doing his job of cutting hedges and watering flowerbeds. His job was one he enjoyed, as he was able to spend all his time outside, in nature, enjoying the blue sky and the breezes that held the scent of honey and sunshine. After he had finished watering one of the bigger rose bushes, he stood and dusted off his dirty work pants and walked a few steps towards the next one; however, he did not get far, as he was suddenly hurdling down an opaque void that ended with him now in this topsy turvy world of swirling color and singing voices.
It seemed along with the change in scenery was a transformation of his clothing, as his soil stained garden garb switched out in favor of a light blue and white dress, black and white stockings on his legs, complete with shiny classic Mary Janes. His hair, formerly a neat mohawk, had grown out into a wavy dark mess upon his gray head, a white hairband nestled against his soft tresses. Confusion mixed with astonishment marked his expression as his sharp teeth nibbled on his thin lower lip, a frightened sweat pricking on his freckled skin as his browning eyes darted about in shock mixed with fearful curiosity. From his descent into the fantasy world, he was placed on a small grassy hill, swaying flowers giggling at the newcomer. His gaze gradually swept the world around him, from the tall trees with dew drops still plopped on their leaves, to the soft grass holding surprisingly large ants. With his dress billowing out about him, Tavros feebly inquired, "Hello? Is anyone, um...here?"
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There is a small tug on the side of his skirt, and Tavros hears a small noise. When he looks down there appears to be a very small, not more than a handβs height, clown standing there in the flowers. His face is painted, grey skin details surrounded by white, to resemble a relaxed smile with large slanted tear shapes around the eyes, with a small circle on the trailing edge of each zygoma, nearly at his hairline. His hair was a striking mass of curls which seemed to defy gravity in places. He wore a dark tunic with loose sleeves and neckline, and white clownish pants with dots of every imaginable colour on them.
Now that he had gotten Tavrosβs attention, he was rooting through his, apparently quite deep, pockets lackadaisically.
βHey, there, little motherfucker, be my normal size soon as I find this one mirales βshroom I got,β he said, as if it made complete sense. Eventually he found whatever he was looking for; pulling out what looked to Tavros like a miniature bit of tan sponge. The strange jester backed away a couple of Tavros sized paces, and then bit off a large chunk of ... whatever it was.
Shockingly enough, he did grow, and was now standing above Tavros, offering him a hand up, βSup, little motherfucker? Iβm Gamzee.β It seemed like he just swore as a speech pattern, which was kind of odd, but he didn't say it with any menace. Maybe he knew what was going on here? He certainly seemed to match the scenery.
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As he lamented over his current situation, Tavros huffed and stared about both in wonder and regret. If only he had paid attention to where he was going while he was still in the gardens...
Suddenly, he felt a tug, then a noise was heard, and Tavros glanced down, assuming it was one of those frightening ants. He didn't speak, simply watched in surprise as the tiny being spoke and moved, kind of like a living doll. The bite was taken and the living doll soon turned to based man much taller than himself, and Tavros blinked in a dumbfounded stupor. "Uh...I. Hello, how do you do?" He greeted, his brows furrowing as his small hand took Gamzee's and he stood up. As much as he wanted answers, he didn't want to trust this new person so easily. Dusting himself off, he looked over his new outfit in quiet contemplation before speaking again, "Do you have any idea as to where, uh, I am?"
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"Well, this here's the edge of Dewgrass Fields, and this over here is the bitchtits Singing Gardens. And all up and over here's the Tulgey Woods," he indicated each with a sweep of his arm. The Dewgrass Fields, comprised of more of the greenest grass ever seen, sloped down the hill in front of Tavros; the Singing Gardens to his left were where the laughing flowers were, and, presumably by its name, the singing. Behind and to the right was the Tulgey Wood, which somehow managed to be both dark and colorful. It edged the field and garden, looming uncomfortably, none of the trees seemed to grow straight, and some seemed to delight in growing impossibly whimsically. "Where's a motherfucker from if not around here?" Gamzee asked, even under the painted smile he seemed to have a permanently relaxed one.
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Worriedly, he listened to the names and looked at each of his directions. He had no desire to head to the Tulgey Wood or the Singing Gardens, but The Dewgrass Fields looked exceedingly normal. That was unsettling; something had to be wrong if it looked so plain.
He muttered the name of his former kingdom, but found that it sounded foreign when spoken aloud. He hadn't spent too much time in Wonderland, less than an hour, and already he was growing accustomed to the bizarre nature of that new world. Tavros frowned, worry tugging at his posture and his expression as he tried to calm down, though it was in vain. He had yet to figure out how to leave, and the lack of definite answers on how to escape Wonderland frustrated him. "Have you any idea, as to how to get there? Back to Alternia?"
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Gamzee looks at him curiously, "Alternia? I'm not knowing any place sounds like that, no." Tavros' strange companion looked up at the clouds thoughtfully, occasionally following one of the small pink and lemon puffs will half-lidded indigo eyes.
"Maybe the Bibliosaurus would all up and know of that place? Got a lot of motherfuckin' books and maps all up in her place. I don't know any motherfucker else might know about any outside places." He glances lazily back at Tavros, hands deep within seemingly bottomless pockets. "Does the little motherfucker want to go visit? Or have a name?"
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"Oh! My name is Tavros," Befitting that of his outfit, he crossed a leg behind himself and curtsied politely. "Apologies for not, introducing myself earlier." Truthfully, he did not think it was necessary for any of the formalities, especially when his mind was solely focused on leaving, but he figured that he may as well show Gamzee some kindness. After all, he was doing his best to assist someone he had known for less than fifteen minutes; he deserved something.
Black brows furrowed together slowly, and he crossed his arms over his chest as skepticism crept into his voice, "...The Bibliosaurus." It came out more in a condescending manner than he intended, much like a parent when listening to a child's nonsensical, often elaborately silly, lie.
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Gamzee's smile widens a little, and he gives a small bow in response to Tavros's curtsy, "It's all cool." He brightens when the Bibliosaurus is mentioned, not seeming to notice, or maybe mind, Tavros's doubtful tone.
"Yea, the Bibliosaurus! She's bitchtits kinds a brainy; knows something about fuckin' everything. And she collects books, and maps and shit! Motherfucker is always down for some learning. Most everyfucker goes to see her if they be needin' to know something strange or all manner of unusual. So finding your Alternia place should be miracles easy if you get her help."
It is a bit strange how inclined he seems to be toward helping you, but besides for being relaxed as an organism with a skeleton can be, he didn't seem dishonest. He was a bit spacy, though; he kept glancing about at the scenery whenever he wasn't talking or listening.
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The troll does not look exceedingly thrilled to see the Bibliosaurus, who sounds as made up as the rest of the world, but Tavros didn't press it. It was fitting, after all, some woman that was exceptionally intelligent being placed in Wonderland. With a brief moment of consideration, he soon nodded and relented, "Alright. Will you take me to her, then, Gamzee?"
He hoped that she didn't live anywhere near the Tulgey Wood. As far as creepy and scary went, that particular area of twisted trees and pairs of piercing red eyes in the shadows took the prize. Every time his gaze locked on the foreboding dark of the location, Tavros felt a shiver run through him; so long as the Bibliosaurus, whoever she may be, was not currently residing in or past the Tulgey Wood, he would be fine. Probably.
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"I'd be motherfuckin delighted," he gives a toothy smile, revealing trollian teeth. "I was thinkin about visiting myself, so all up and gives me a good excuse! Through here," Gamzee starts heading toward the woods lazily. Of course it's through the woods, just Tavros's luck.
Gamzee notices Tavros's hesitation, and looks back, seeing the look of trepidation on his face. "Aww, don't worry 'bout the woods. Sure they're some motherfuckin
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creepy lookin stuff, but they're not bad. Nothin much to be worried about in there, least of all with me around! I know these motherfuckers up and down. We can stop by my house, get supplies. It's on the way to the 'saurus's anyway," he waves a hand back at Tavros, either as a motion forward or as an offer, it's unclear. "This way's much shorter and less fuckin dangerous any old way," he adds.
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When he saw that Gamzee was heading towards the woods, the very place he had absolutely no intention of going to, he planted his feet and shook his head. No way.
He had no doubts that Gamzee knew the woods like the back of his hand and all that traipsed through it, Tavros was not too keen on becoming just as friendly with that particular location. In the back of his thinkpan, he just knew that something out there was making his life intentionally difficult. At the mention of supplies, Tavros cocked his head to the side, though his brows furrowed and he looked a little more annoyed than he actually was, "Supplies? Does that mean going to the Bibliosaurus, is going to take a while?" He didn't know how long he expected it to take to get to her, perhaps less than a couple of hours if they were simply walking, though he thought that he shouldn't have been so quick to assume. Nothing that he ever thought about this world had been right the first go around.
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Gamzee turned to face him again, "We could get there 'round mid-morning if we go my normal route, campin out around the Gil-glade to sleep and getting moving again round sunrise," Gamzee is glancing around the sky again, and squints at something. His demeanor becomes slightly less relaxed, something in the line of his back.
He looks at Tavros seriously. "It really ain't so bad a place. Better than out there," he nods towards the Fields. "That ain't a place nobody goes without some serious shit wrong with their thinkpan," he's glancing between you and something he's tracking in the sky, and he isn't smiling anymore. He takes a step backwards toward the woods, but doesn't go farther when Tavros doesn't move.
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"Um. If you say so." He muttered, following his eyes for a moment but seeing nothing, though Tavros figured it was because he wasn't sure what he should have been looking for in the first place. Everything looked as normal for a place like this as it could ever possibly get.
His eyes follow to The Dewgrass Fields, tensing some as his previous suspicion was proven correct. Of course, the one place that looked like something he may see in his precious Alternia was one of the more dangerous locations. He kept his frown and checked the pockets of the apron of his dress. He found a couple gold coins, a suspiciously blue ladybug with diamonds rather than spots that flew away easily, and a tiny cloth pouch that he was not sure what was inside but felt a little worried about opening.
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"We should," Gamzee paused, now staring intensely at what to Tavros just looked like a regular raptor in the sky, "We should probably motherfuckin go now." The bird is swooping in a wide arc. It really just looks like a raptor high up above them. It comes closer, doing figure eights as it looks for prey. Something on it glints, and it changes coarse, gliding in their direction. Gamzee looks panicked, and Tavros can see it's getting larger...impossibly large, until it's bigger than any bird he's ever heard of and still growing with the decreasing distance.
"We need to go NOW," Gamzee moves forward and grabs Tavros's hand, dragging them both back into the Woods at a jog. After they've gotten a couple dozen meters in, he drags Tavros down behind and slightly under the upraised roots of a giant tree. The enormous bird passes over the canopy, which is luckily too dense for the massive thing to get through. It's body was larger than a draft hoofbeast, and it's wingspan was at least ten meters across.
"That was too fucking close," Tavros's new guide is still on edge beside him, clutching his fingers tightly as he continues to monitor the sky from their hunched position, breathing quick and shallow, eyes wide.
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At first, Tavros simply thought it was another bird. In fact, he had seen it the first time around and not paid it any mind; it was just minding its own business, perhaps looking for prey or whatever the fuck it is that birds do. Those avian creatures were not his primary focus or even in his line of priorities. But when the bird got closer, too close for comfort, unimaginably humongous and like something out a story book, he could understand the mild panic and the fear he felt from Gamzee.
Before he can even ask what a bird that gargantuan is doing out and about, Gamzee's hand has taken his and they're bursting off someplace. His dress fluttered around his legs, and they soon duck beneath an uprooted tree. His heart his pounding wildly in his chest, making his ears ring and a nervous sweat prick his forehead. He was not entirely sure if it truly was possible or not for a bird to get that big, but anything of that size surely could not rely on plants and berries as a main food source. Something like that depended on meat, and Tavros would definitely rather not be transported to another world only to be swallowed whole by a bird that couldn't even see them through the woods. Speaking of woods, he tensed and peered around them both anxiously; they were much too far in the forest for his tastes.
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Gamzee calms after a short while, and lets go of Tavros's hand, only to get up and offer his again politely in assistance up. "It should be gone now; can't get us in here anyways."
He gestures behind him, "the path is right over there, we can take that fucker over to my place, pick up stuff, and be right off on our way if you want." There is a good sized, very colorful, gravel path only a dozen strides away. The canopy is still surprisingly thick there. On closer inspection, it seems someone has taken the time to horticulturally modify the growth pattern of the branches of the trees surrounding the path to provide this semi-natural barrier to the sky. The whole thing looks quite well maintained; the gravel is contained neatly with larger earth-toned stones, and there were large, strange mushrooms growing along behind these which varied from the typical low to the ground type usually encountered to ones reaching to mid-thigh, though these were interspersed regularly at wider intervals.
Fungi seemed to be pretty popular around here, as most of the trees had some growing higher up, above head level. The placement was too regular to have occurred naturally, so they must serve some currently unapparent purpose. All in all it was surprisingly colorful for such a dark and foreboding exterior; though that also appeared to be a common theme of Wonderland so far.
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Clumsily, Tavros stood after taking the other male's hand, his eyes beginning to take in his surroundings without the threat of being eaten looming over his head. Observing the color was almost making him nauseous; the various shades and tints starting to swirl together in one huge abyss of pure hue. Rubbing at his eyes some, he looked out at the gravel that he was soon stepping on and sighed quietly. "Um. Okay, sure, we can leave as soon as possible." Punctuating that sentence was an argumentative growl of his stomach, and, bashfully, he found himself flushing and looking away from Gamzee pointedly.
Now that he thought about it, this would been around the time he'd be on his break back in Alternia; he hadn't much longer to it before he was tumbling down the rabbithole and into Wonderland. Still, he was a little worried about trying any food or ingesting anything in Wonderland; what if it was poisonous to him? He couldn't be too careful, but if he ended up staying there for much longer than he had hoped, Tavros figured that he wouldn't have much of a choice.
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"Okay," the taller male chuckles, "but maybe we should all up and eat somethin' before we head out; I'm pretty fuckin' hungry, too, it bein' motherfuckin' lunch time and all." The path is wide enough for them to walk abreast of one another as Gamzee leads on down the path. His walk is a decent speed for how much it looks like he's lounging. He gazes off at things, occasionally glancing over at Tavros for short increments during his lazy sweeps of their surroundings.
"Anything a wicked bro wants to talk about? Take a little while to get there, go motherfuckin' faster with some conversation maybe," he looks over with a smile to Tavros. There's really not a lot to see so far; the occasional movement out of the corner of an eye, which might just be the sun through the trees, but also might be some small creature too fast to see. The woods didn't really seem to be all that unsettling for the most part besides that; certainly Gamzee wasn't bothered.
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Mostly, Tavros stared straight ahead, his browning eyes keeping their contemplative gaze on the other's home. From a gardener's perspective, the color arrangement was a little tacky, but he did like the way that the mushrooms and rocks all worked together to make something neat and tidy. He seemed to be only semi aware that Gamzee wqs directing any such comments towards him, having picked up something about getting eating and lunch time but never giving much mind to the remainder of his words. Gamzee's walk was a little hard to keep up with, as Tavros's shorter legs trotted some to stay in time with the other male.
His hands constantly swatted at insects that flew close to him or threatened to tangle in his hair, which he had noticed grew out and curled about his skin. Tavros couldn't remember the last time he had his hair in a style that wasn't in that of a mohawk, and it felt oddly familiar. Rubbing at his arms, he frowned some and listened to the gold coins jostle and jingle in his apron's pocket. As far as he was concerned, the woods was still a place to be wary of and he wasn't about to let down his guard, even if they were taking a mildly leisurely stroll. "It does not bother you?" He began, "Living here, in this frightening place?"
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Noticing Tavros trotting to keep up, Gamzee slows a little so they are walking at Tavros's pace. He also makes a mental note to get some insect repellent for him and maybe a sweater, if Tavros's arm rubbing indicates he's cold. The evening will get colder so he'll probably bring one for him anyways along with everything else.
"Nah, it's just fuckin dark. It's pretty cool at night, though. The motherfuckin mushrooms all up and glow! It's real pretty." He pauses, trying to think of anything scary. "Not really anything fuckin dangerous, mostly little beasties, some bitchtits hoot-beasts; but not any of those monster birds or nothin."Gamzee is contemplative for a moment. "There is this whack meowbeast," he says, "talks in loop-de-loops. Can't make sense of that motherfucker. But it doesn't come around much, and doesn't do anything more than talk and disappear."
His expression relaxes again moments later, and he looks askance at Tavros. "So what about your place? What's that like if it ain't scary like here abouts." His smile is gently teasing but he does look actually interested to know.
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Tavros was absolutely freezing.
At first, it was a gradual sort of thing, something he took quiet notice of but did not think it would be much of an issue. But his legs, even with the stockings, would shiver and nearly knock together when he walked and his arm rubbing only intensified as they continued on. Still, he tried not to give much attention to it, or distract Gamzee from their conversation, and he slid his eyes over to glance at him every once in a while.
Listening to the other troll talk about the different creatures and beasts located in Wonderland was kind of nice, if he were honest, and the assurance that none of those impossibly huge birds were lurking about caused a significant decrease of the tension in his shoulders. Raising an eyebrow, he parroted 'loop-de-loops?' but did not question it much further. "Oh, Alternia? Um," Brows furrowing in thought, he shrugged and thought about his home kingdom with a weird mixture of fondness and partial fear, "It is kind of a tough place to live. A few sweeps ago, a huge war with humans ended and there is still plenty of tension. Outside of that, there is a strict hierarchy, and, a caste system based on blood. I imagine that not all trolls live this way," That would explain, even if only partially, Gamzee, "But it is my home, regardless."
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Gamzee mulled this over for a while. The thought Tavros seemed reserved about his home, if not a little resigned to how it was, calling it tough, so Gamzee thought he might also be lower on the spectrum, maybe similar to his own position. He'd seen no definite evidence of this, though, as he hadn't properly seen the color of his eyes, and based on how he reacted to everything else, Alternia was quite different than Wonderland.
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"We have a monarchy here; the Red Queen and King," Gamzee explains, "They're pretty fuckin chill, though, most everybody lives around their big castle and in the fuckin surrounding cities. Don't think there's been a lot of shitty fighting going on, but I'm all up and motherfuckin living out here, so I guess I don't really fuckin know for sure."
Soon there was a turn-off in the path which Gamzee led them down. It didn't have the colorful gravel, instead it was a dirt path, and there was hanging moss from further up branches providing more cover where the trees hadn't been bent over the path. It was not nearly as neat, being a more natural, and recent, pathway, but was easier on the eyes without as much bright color. "We're almost there; my pad's at the end of this path."
The path didn't end up being very long, and soon they were standing in a more open area edged by much larger trees, with a small cabin in the center.
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