PSL Musebox - OTA (wip)

[sandinmyhair]

A place where I dump all my off-game RP ideas! Warnings for... well, just about everything.


ENCANTO-BASED
A Place To Write Stuff In The Canon Setting
Got an Encanto character? Got someone else you can AU into the setting? Try some:

A1. Fluff!
Bruno's back and it's everyone's chance to love on him, now! He needs fed and washed and all manner of happy things, after all. Just be warned, he will wibble and tear up. A lot. He has a lot of catching up to do and a lot of hugging to do....

A2. Angst!
Bruno's back and he's not re-integrating very well. Ten years in the walls has not been kind to him, after all. Maybe he has it out with the others, or he tries to hide again, or starts some unhealthy coping or other. Maybe his Gift finally destroyed his health.

A3. H/C!
Bruno's back and other people are not happy about this fact. There may be, for example, an increasing belief that he's demonic and clearly in need of an exorcism.

MULTIVERSAL MISCELLANY
A Place To Write Stuff In Any Other Kind Of Place, Including Settings Of Current Games

B1. Gives New Meaning To 'Lab Rat'
Someone somewhere decided a person who could do what he does is very much worth studying. Maybe they wanted him to only see the future for them. Maybe they saw him as a way to manipulate time or travel through it or simply tap the immense energy that courses through him.

B2. Wibbly Wobbly.
Maybe the Time Lords sent you to investigate. Maybe you discovered it on your own. Whatever the reason, here you are in 1950s Colombia. Something has been poking at time. And there may or may not be an unregistered TARDIS in the area....

NSFW
Because I Can't Not Have The Occasional Smut Thread

C1. Buried Desire
Somehow you can tell that an incredibly powerful sex drive lurks under that shy, awkward exterior that's just begging to be seduced out. Granted, it won't take much to do this.

C2. Married Bliss
Welcome to the Family Madrigal! Somehow Doña Alma managed to finally marry off her son. But it's not her you have to worry about, it's his sisters and his brothers-in-law and all their wink-wink-nudge-nudge.

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C1

[nachtvogel]

It's been quite some time since Georg has traveled. It used to be such an arduous thing, but now with planes and cars and all manner of transportation, he tries to leave the village a little more often.

He finds himself in Columbia this time, in a village not entirely like his own. Most of the villagers, upon finding that he's new in town, point him towards the big house at the center of the village. Go see the Madrigals, they say, They'll help you. Though he does receive some vague warnings about the house being... picky. Whatever that means.

When the stones in front of the house ripple up and knock him off his feet, he discovers what it means. "Hmm," he muses, from his place on the ground. "Perhaps I deserved that."

[sandinmyhair]

Bruno had been out for a walk, just to enjoy the fresh air, just because he can, now. So he's the only person who sees this. Odd, usually Casita doesn't do that to guests....

He draws nearer and... oh. Oh, that'd explain it. Strangers are a bit thin on the ground around here. Or just on the ground in this fellow's case. Bruno hurries over to where the poor man's been dumped onto the dirt and reaches out a hand to help him up.

"I am so sorry about that, Señor, Casita's a little skittish with strangers...."

[nachtvogel]

"Much obliged." He accepts the hand up, gladly. His Spanish is a little rusty, but passable, thankfully. Perhaps a bit antiquated, and spoken with an accent he's slightly self-conscious about. "A few of the people in the village warned me the house was somewhat picky. Now I understand what they mean.

But I promise I mean neither you nor your house any harm. I'm merely new to the village, and was told to stop by."

[sandinmyhair]

When the other is standing again, Bruno has to look up at him. That's nothing new, he has to do that with most people. He briefly ponders the merits of carrying a stepladder around with him just to avoid getting a crick in his neck all the time, but those thoughts scurry away when he takes in how... beautiful this stranger is.

It's a stark contrast to Bruno, himself, all of five-foot-four, narrowly built and clad in voluminous layers that conspire with his underfed state to make him look even smaller. Frankly, he looks like he's recovering from something. But he also looks as though he'll maybe recover into an attractive sort of fellow.

His smile is warm, though, and he gives a slightly amused chuckle. "They don't see strangers too often, and they're proud of the village, and of the house." He pats the door lovingly and a few tiles clatter in a manner that seems happy.

"What's your name?"