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RULES: bold what applies - italicize sometimes.

SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura

MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement

VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue

JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just… way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

NEPTUNE • an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song

PLUTO • angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth

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Rock's emerald eyes, a product of genetic and cybernetic enhancement, shimmered with a brilliance that could easily mislead one into thinking he was a purebred human. His subtly altered yet remarkably unique features were a testament to the seamless fusion of technology and biology once wielded by the ancients long ago. "Key...blade?" His youthful face exuded a captivating charm as he flashed his boyish grin, slightly smudged from the day's earlier adventures. The sunlight caught in his expressive eyes, accentuating their brightness as they focused unwaveringly on the oddly-shaped blade the taller male in front of him held. Rock couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for the other's formidable strength and fluid skill.

"Thanks for your help earlier. I've never seen the Reaverbots act like that, but ever since those weird black things came, going underground has been more dangerous."

Darkness finds a way to infect worlds to their very roots, even if said roots were made up of wires and bolts and processors. He'd seen it in datascapes, and he'd seen it in dreaming CPUs... it was all the same. So long as a world had a heart, anything that lived within it would attract the hungry eyes of the heartless.

He straightens after the first round of bot bashing, one that (unfortunately) drew some attention. It's just one guy, though, so Riku thinks himself crafty to make quick work of this interaction and get to going. ❝ It's a keyblade, ❞ he says it like it's nothing, rushed in the midst of the fight. And it isn't until after it's all said and done the person he'd been fighting alongside made a genuine attempt at an approach.

His lips straighten, Braveheart hanging at his side, and he awkwardly gets out a ❝ Uh. Sure. ❞ In some ways they remind him of an old friend, with that friendly and curious cadence-- one that he is having sincere doubts would be found here, seeing as how they appeared to have never seen someone with a Keyblade before.

Wherever here was... which reminds him, maybe he shouldn't turn and walk away, not yet.

❝ Underground? ❞ He sends a cursory look about. ❝ Can you tell me where you first started seeing them? The black things-- I mean, the Heartless. ❞

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HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTIONS?

Bold what usually or often applies. Italicise what sometimes applies.

ANGER

jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.

JOY

easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.

SADNESS / CRYING

bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates & processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT

shame, blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self-deprecating humour, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT

avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

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the art of intimacy

a variety of actions or prompts consisting of nonsexual acts of intimacy and devotion! note: prompts are set as the receiver performing the actions/initiating; send "+ reverse!" to swap roles.

[ TOUCH BASED ]

my muse brushing or playing with your muse's hair. my muse reaching for your muse's hand. my muse resting their head on your muse's shoulder. my muse embracing yours in a hug. my muse moving to sit or stand closer to yours. my muse taking your muse's hands in theirs, blowing air into/onto them to warm them up. my muse pulling your muse into a dance.

[ ACTS OF SERVICE BASED ]

my muse cooking yours a delicious meal/dessert. my muse bringing yours breakfast in bed. my muse washing your muse's hair. my muse bringing yours a drink/snack while they are busy. my muse folding your muse's laundry. my muse holding the door for yours. my muse buckling your muse into a vehicle. my muse running yours a warm/hot bath. my muse planning a date/vacation with your muse.

[ OTHER / MISC. ]

my muse sending yours affectionate messages. my muse writing yours a letter. our muses cooking/baking together. our muses playing a game together. our muses sharing space and doing their own thing. my muse reading to your muse. my muse singing to your muse. our muses taking a walk together. my muse shares a dessert with your muse ( and feeds it to them ) my muse sharing a blanket with your muse. my muse gifting yours with flowers. my muse surprising yours at work.

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CATS

Rock has a unique gift that sets him apart from others: He can effortlessly communicate with animals and has a particular fondness for cats. This ability has been a part of his life since childhood. It's one of the many mysteries that define him, a secret he treasures and keeps closely guarded, even from his closest friend, Roll. His connection with animals offers a glimpse into a world few see, painting Rock as both enigmatic and deeply attuned to the natural world around him. During his thrilling escapades on the vibrant Kattelox Island, Rock came across a stray cat—a scrappy little creature with a striking black-and-white coat. Captivated by its playful spirit and independent nature, Rock took the feline in, giving it a warm home aboard the Flutter. As the days turned into weeks, Rock's heart swelled with affection for the mischievous cats he encountered. One by one, he managed to sneak more of them onto the ship, transforming the Flutter into a lively haven for his furry friends. Now, a delightful crew of eight cats makes their home alongside Rock, adding joy and companionship to his adventures as they remain with him.

Yes, he will try to pet every cat he sees.

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Namco X Capcom Publisher: Bandai Namco Developer: Monolith Soft Platform: PlayStation 2 Year: 2005

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to everyone writing secondary canon characters / characters from media with small or no fandom: i see you, you’re wonderful and i love you.

you’re probably feeling like your blog suffers from middle child syndrome: roleplay edition, and you’re not wrong.

you don’t get the “perks“ of writing a canon muse because virtually no one recognises your muse, no one flocks to you with ship and plot ideas, but neither you get the praise and love for ocs even though you too have to come up with most information and history for your muse because there’s so little of it in its source material.

but! you’re giving a voice and exploring a character that would be ignored otherwise and there’s something very magical about that.

i can assure you someone out there came across the fandom you write for or gave that show/book/movie a try and when the character came on screen they thought of you, they remembered your muse because you breathe life into it no matter how little screentime or lines they had in canon.

don’t give up, you’re doing amazing.

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It's times like these where Rock asks himself - Why me? Oh, look, missiles are aimed at him with a red dot flashing on his body, soon to lock onto his forehead.

"B-B-But I- wait! Can't we talk about this?"

Says the Blue Boy, pointing his buster back at the Gustaff. Here we go again! And this time, Tron, let's hope your clothes are blast-proof.

And bully him, she shall! What other way was a girl supposed to show her massive crush irritations she had towards him!

❝That's the exciting part! You don't get to say no.❞ Missles pointed at him, the Gustaff prepares for its attack!

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For three long days, he had been confined to the suffocating darkness of the underground, the weight of Terra pressing down on him from all sides. In moments like this, Rock reflected on life's simplest pleasures—small joys that should never be taken for granted. He missed the warmth of sunbathing his skin, the vibrant sky colors, and the intoxicating scent of fresh salty air that always greeted him when traveling from one island to another.

With peril and uncertainty, a Digger's life was ultimately rewarding. The thrill of discovery and adrenaline rush as he uncovered hidden treasures kept him motivated. After all, how else could he put food on the table? With years of experience beneath his belt, long stretches underground were not new; he had learned to navigate the claustrophobic tunnels with a sense of purpose.

'Wonder what it does? Maybe Roll can figure something out with it. Could it be the object Yuna and Sera were hoping we'd find?'

A flurry of questions raced through his mind as he nervously fidgeted with the intricate device, his fingers trembling over its sleek surface. Suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of confusion and awe painted across his face. The object crackled with energy, vibrant sparks dancing around it like fireflies at night. In an instant, a blinding light enveloped him, wrapping him in its luminescent embrace. He found himself frozen, unable to scream or even blink, as reality twisted and warped around him. The moment was fleeting, yet it felt like an eternity, leaving no room for thought or reaction.

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Amidst the chaos unfolding at breakneck speed, Rock teetered on the edge of a daze. Yet, like a spark igniting dry kindling, his sharp instincts flared to life at the piercing screams that echoed around him. The air was thick with dust and debris, swirling like a ghostly shroud from the crumbling construction site nearby. Each tremor of the ground reverberated through his armor, a grim reminder of the path of destruction carved by the rogue Mechaniloids. As his heart raced, he opened his eyes wide, adrenaline coursing through him like a live wire. His gaze fell upon a small child in front of him, their wide eyes brimming with tears and fear, frozen in place by terror as they stood paralyzed, unable to move.

Without a moment's pause, Rock propelled himself forward at the ominous sight of a crumbling pillar, his body instinctively rolling to shield the child doge beneath him. As they tumbled to safety, he felt the rush of air and dust swirling around them. The frantic mother came barreling towards them, her eyes wide with fear as she scooped up her child and sprinted away, desperation driving her footsteps. Rock couldn't bring himself to blame her; the chaos enveloping them was too perilous to warrant a moment's gratitude. In the background, he heard a woman's voice rising above the chaos, commanding and authoritative, as she directed others amidst the unfolding disaster.

(∮) - ❝ Maverick Hunter A-class, Alia. Please evacuate the premises this way, quickly! ❞

Everything was unfolding in a whirlwind of chaos and unfamiliarity—never had he found himself on an island of such immense size, teeming with so many frantic people! With his heart pounding and adrenaline surging, Rock sprang into action, gripping his Mega-Buster tightly, every nanofiber muscle primed for battle. His other arm morphed seamlessly into the formidable Machine Buster, wielding one for speed and the other for power.

The colossal, menacing machines roared with an ominous hum, their relentless focus evidently locked on the terrified crowd. The weight of urgency settled heavily upon Rock; he knew he must divert their attention, at least momentarily, while the others heeded the commands of the woman leading them to safety—a beacon of hope amid the turmoil.

"S'cuse me!"

A blur of blue runs past Alia without looking back, heading directly into the chaos of the battle, right towards the construction site. He surveyed the scene before him, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sheer scale of the mechanical monstrosities. They were unlike anything he'd ever encountered, crafted with a blend of advanced technology and brute force that sent chills down his spine. But one conviction burned brightly in his mind: he could not stand idly by while innocents were caught in the crossfire of destruction. Every instinct within him urged him forward, ready to protect those in peril.

"Hey! Over here! Pick on someone your own size!"

He quickly fires his Machine Gun buster to grab their attention while the Mega Buster powers up, preparing to unleash a blast at another target. His objective is to prevent them from wandering off the construction site, although he senses that he may be taking on more than he can handle.

'This is HQ; we've received your coordinates, Alia. Please continue the evacuation protocol; we'll send the nearest team as soon as possible. '

It seemed that even when Alia would willingly go out to take a much needed break the universe would conspire to sabotage her. What was a construction site for new apartment buildings turned into utter chaos as the mechaniloids, from the smallest models to the largest heavy-machinery types, suddenly went berserk and began indiscriminately attacking nearby reploids and humans.

(∮) - ❝ HQ, this is Alia, come in! Construction mechaniloids have suddenly gone maverick! I’m forwarding my coordinates right now! ❞

(∮) - ❝ I’ve already begun evacuation procedures! We need emergency backup, STAT! ❞

Grocery bags long forgotten on the ground and right arm changed into its buster form, Alia acted quickly. The mechaniloids could be neutralized later, her priority was the safety of civilians. Barking orders and putting herself in harm’s way, she coordinated with the few present safety reploids to direct the vulnerable to safety.

(∮) - ❝ Maverick Hunter A-class, Alia. Please evacuate the premises this way, quickly! ❞