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🌈 Your Muse As A Pony 🌈

Somewhere in a colourful land, Khare exists as a simple Earth Pony, working hard as a waitress at the local Ponyville Café. She's a recent addition from Trottingham and while seemingly friendly enough, she's oddly tight-lipped about why she moved...

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Not to bring the mood down with more 'Bad End' stuff but this song popped up on YT a little while ago and absolutely became something I associate with Khare starting to forget her friends/loved ones 🥲

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Things Your Muse Will Notice About Mine (Repost, don't reblog.)

What they look like: Plain, worn out and and weary despite her relative youth. There is a certain look of poor health about her at this point which seems to be worsening as time goes on. She's attentive enough despite the growing dullness in her eyes and her overall appearance suggests she's trying in spite of it all. Could be mistaken as anybody going through burnout or struggling with the difficulties of working with the public... What they smell like: Usually smells like whatever's being served at Pauli's like bacon, steak and fries, strawberry milkshakes and pancakes. Beneath the pleasant aroma of unhealthy fast food, there's notes of plain moisturizer, sanitizer and cheap soaps as though she can't get enough of showers outside of work. What they taste like: Iron, cheap toothpaste and honey on rare occasions. It's not recommended to kiss her. What they sound like: Her voice is usually soft but carries a definite non-Gothamite accent no matter how hard she tries to mimic it. Due to this she speaks as monotone as possible, her speech frequently cluttered with umms and uhh's what with having become forgetful of certain words. When angered or flustered her true accent comes out as a British accent (usually accompanied by harsh words and insults). Doesn't make much sound when not talking but her breathing has become noticably laboured as of late, huffing when it's hot and/or dry. What they feel like:ㅤ Soft and strangely cold to the touch even during warm weather. She usually jerks away from others when they get too close unless she trusts them a lot to which she'll open up gradually, showing off more of her real personality than her polite/guarded persona. There's a growing sense of resignation about her, as though she's stopped caring so much about things or is coming to terms that things can't be changed. There's real patience now and perhaps a certain deal of regret, inclining her to be warmer towards friends now.

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What they look like: A horrific amalgamation of knotted pale flesh, thousands of eyes, tumours and human teeth embedded throughout its vast form. A deceptively large entity, it is able to squeeze through sewer tunnels in pursuit of prey yet is tall enough to peer into second story windows when daring to venture from its underground refuge. Its head is wide and bullet-shaped, almost like a shark's snout but much more blunted and heavy. This mouth is filled with hundreds of smaller eyes and flat teeth with one very large eye situated at the back of its gullet when it opens its cavernous maw. Underneath its long flabby body are many mangled limbs that work in tandem to creep, amble and drag the creature along in an asymmetrical gait. At the back where a tail should be is a twisted lump of flesh that resembles a human female curled up in the fetal position, her face twisted into an expression of frozen agony. What they smell like: Smells like wet death and whatever fetid waterways it's been crawling around in. ㅤCuriously seems to lack much of its own scent other than ozone and a strange moist aroma when wet but spilling its dark blood will cause it to reek of ammonia and unknown chemical substances. Breath is foul and stinks of blood and/or whatever it recently ate. What they taste like: Rancid and with an indescribably disgusting flavour somewhere between bad fish and ammonia. Spitting it out won't stop the tingling sensation (or growing pain) in your mouth. Why did you taste this thing? You should never have tasted this thing... What they sound like: The sewers it inhabits echo with distant moans, rumbles and growls that, at first, might sound like like they're coming from some sort of animal but soon you'll come to realize no earthly creature those kind of sounds. Once it realizes prey is nearby, it'll Immediately switch up and start speaking juttery, nonsensical words and phrases in an odd, distorted tone, as though mimicking voices it's heard before. Occasionally forms simple sentences, usually consisting of begging or pleading for something. DO NOT BE FOOLED BY ANYTHING IT SAYS. IT IS ATTEMPTING TO LURE PREY CLOSER

What they feel like:ㅤ Slippery like a frog but oddly thick and rubbery in places without eyes/teeth, kind of like a dolphin if it were incredibly fat and bumpy? It is deathly cold to the touch and a sensation like throbbing or pulsing can be felt beneath the layers of its tumour-ridden, flabby hide. If you haven't been shocked by a lethal dose of electricity at this point, this pulsing is due to continual cellular growth occuring within the body and is not a heartbeat. AVOID PHYSICAL CONTACT AT ALL COSTS.

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Khare grimaced as the alarm on her cheap phone chimed out loud, signalling it was time to leave for Pauli's. Once again it was the start of another night and while she was glad just to be able to stay somewhere, it was hard not to feel trapped in the same old cycle she'd been in since coming to Gotham. Get up, get out of the bathtube and dry off. Throw on her work uniform which had since grown a tad worn since it had last been repaired by skilled hands quite some time ago. Khare studied the stitching he'd left, fingers tracing the excellent threading that had since held up and were now the smartest thing about the outfit. Even the fabric looked faded and dull, no longer the vibrant pink it had once been. Oh well. It was just a uniform at the end of the day, and wistful though she felt looking at the repairs, she'd be late for work if she lingered much longer. Living in another part of Gotham now meant that she'd have to leave earlier if she were to arrive on time and while the way there and back was, at the very least, safer what with being on the main streets as opposed to being tempted by short cuts in the alleyway, it meant being outside longer and at this time of year, it wasn't nice no matter how bundled up you were. The bitter cold of winter nearly took her breath away as dry air hit her lungs, chafing them uncomfortably even as she struggled to pull an old scarf over her face. She could feel her eyes water and not just the ones in her face as she picked up a brisk pace to gain some sort of shelter from the icy wind in between buildings... Eleven at night was hardly the warmest time of day in Gotham and while some people were still out and about, most wisely chose to stay inside if they could. Khare blinked as she turned the corner to where the first line of shops awaited, their signs looking... different somehow. It was January, she wagered, glancing back and forth as she struggled to gain her bearings. Perhaps some places had finally taken down belated Christmas decorations that should have been taken down during the first week of the year but it wasn't that. Everything looked wrong, the familiar signs and colours of Grand Avenue all messed up. Greens and blues glittered vibrantly, hurting her eyes with how dazzling they were. Other colours were muted or gone altogether as though they'd blown a fuse. It was pretty much a sea of green and blue at this point which wasn't helped by the dark, not that Khare needed much light to see well in darkness anyway but... she'd relied so heavily on certain buildings to serve as landmarks to get around Miagani Island, and now she'd gotten all turned around, ending up in another part of the area altogether... Where was she? And why did everything look so different? It was as though half the colour spectrum had completely disappeared from the city, leaving her in a world of green, blue and a bizarre glowing vibrancy of yellow-grey that hurt to look at.

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Hi everybody, sorry to have been so quiet lately! 2025 started off a little rough on this end but it's probably quite a bit rougher for some of you across the pond for reasons we all know and loathe already. Despite that, I hope life is treating you okay (or will start getting better soon - some of you have been through some really rough patches which none of you deserve and I wish things were better for you all 🙁) Just a smol life update about a little somebody I haven't mentioned for a while - R.orschach, my corn snake! It's been one whole year since he came home with me way back in 2024 as an itty bitty shoelace and he's uh, grown quite a bit since living it up in his lovely big vivarium?

Unfortunately it's the best photo of us since my health hasn't been the best these last few months (curse you winter!) but I'm determined not to let 2025 be a shitty year for writing like 2024 was! Making a spot of dinner really quick and then we'll see about tackling an ask or two. After not writing for a while, it's daunting af to even look at what's waiting but thank you all so much for your patience and love! Really hoping to get connected with you all again in spite of how awful the world state is rn. Keep holding on as best you can, people - nothing is forever and things will get better soon! <3

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Becoming A Patron Saint

Patron Saint of Horror

You're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. The patron saint of comprehension, maybe. The patron saint of understanding. The patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. Of seeing clearly. Of not being able to look away.

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I'll probably add additional notes and otherwise tidy this post up as I think about it more but regarding Khare's metahuman powers, there are certain limitations that mostly pertain to her level of skill (or rather lack thereof). For example, she can paint just about anything she can imagine (i.e: animals, fire, objects or even make doors where none currently exist) but more advanced concepts such as, say, a time machine, are far beyond her imagination. Regarding her creations, they are at best semi-sentient, operating primarily on their creator's will and desire. Were Khare more talented (and patient), she could create more realistic pieces but time is of the essence with her work. Paintings don't last forever and the drier they become, the less swiftly they are able to function until at last they remain stationary. Doors are one of the few things still 'operational' and won't open for anybody who isn't Khare or has 'permission' to visit.

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Starting a new life for yourself was difficult, especially in another country with only a paintbrush to your name. Still, for Khare it was enough and the newcomer was able to eke a meagre living. Water was everywhere and her abilities, she didn't exactly need to worry about finding herself some lodgings when she could simply make them. For that to happen though, she needed more supplies and Khare had her eye set on the artshop downtown. Gotham was a city with high crime but... it wasn't like she was trying to steal anything worthwhile, just a few more sets of paint - the good acrylics that were stronger and more durable than basic watercolours. The dim light of a nearby lamp post didn't illuminate much in this rundown part of the city. There was hardly anybody here except Khare and the makeshift minion she had almost finished scrawling on the wall. One more lick of paint and her creation would be ready to come to life to which it did, a lopsided little monkey with crossed eyes awkwardly pulling itself out of the wall before glancing around the empty street, black smudge of a mouth making silent ooks and eeks as it awaited commands. Bugger but it looked alright! The monkey scratched itself and smiled when Khare explained what she wanted it to do, the sketchy simian lolloping across the street with a clumsy gait as it approached the art store. Such a creature did not operate on logical principles - it was a creation of paint and imagination, come to life albeit with its creator's equally clumsy talent. Still, it was capable enough to get past the locked doors, the childish-looking painting slipping through the letterbox and disappearing inside to get the items she desired. Khare idly toyed with the paintbrush in hand, chewing on the wooden end. Maybe she should paint more creatures to ensure the task was a success and that supplies could be carried out more easily.

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It was getting harder and harder to cover up the eyes. More uncomfortable too with how dry winter could be and while Gotham was no stranger to rain, lately it had started snowing which brought little relief to her skin except when walking to and from work after her shifts.

Khare sighed as she unravelled the sticky bandages covering her left forearm, wraps which now went all the way from her wrist up to her bicep. More bandages needed to be wrapped around her torso too but thankfully her uniform hid those, at least for now. The eyes... Khare no longer felt disgust as they rolled in their sore pockets, tiny orbs frantically darting to every source of movement within their limited range of sight. They'd been a part of her for well over a year at this point and while gouging them out slowed down their growth, they would inevitably regrow, each time in greater numbers than before. The relief of cold water splashing her eyes couldn't be described with words, Khare only sighing again as she soaked her arm in the sink with strong intentions of staying in the bath all day until it was time to go to work again. Her eyes - her actual ones glanced up at the mirror and Khare's expression remained impassive as she stared back at the stranger in the mirror. Her face had gotten paler in recent weeks, hollow even. Her eyes, once a pale blue with sickly gold rings lining her pupils were now cloudy looking, faded almost. That wasn't what interested her though, rather the inside of her mouth which she hadn't dared look at in weeks... Hooking a finger into the corner of her lip, Khare pulled back to reveal a grinning smile. Outwardly things looked... fine, if she didn't smile too much or open her mouth too wide but inside next to her old teeth, there was a line of new denticle growths in between the gums and inside of her cheeks. Those had sprouted some months back, small and budding and sore. At first Khare had frantically tried removing those too but they were in too deep and besides, she had no such tools avaliable to pluck them out even if she could do so single-handedly. Now, there were three new teeth completing the set along with a tiny eye that rolled at the sudden appearance of light, dingy as this run-down bathroom was. It was slightly better than her old apartment where she'd gotten thrown out. If it hadn't been for Senja, Khare would have had nowhere to go. The barista had let her stay a little while over at her place until someplace else was accepting new tenants, and since then Khare had mostly kept to herself despite feeling like a shitty friend about it. Best not to get too involved with anyone any more. You don't know how long you've got left. Khare swallowed dryly, tongue lolling as she let go. Her lip rolled back into place slowly with nary a trace of drool clinging to her fingers, eyes inside her mouth still begging for water like the ones on her arm currently soaking in the sink. Outside the darkening window, Khare perked up slightly at the sound of voices as fireworks rang across the evening skies instead of the gunfire she'd grown accustomed to here in Gotham. New Year's Eve already? She had sunk herself into work but she hadn't realized she'd forgotten Christmas had come and gone, let alone the whole of fucking December... "New year, new me." Khare sighed as she slapped a handful of cold water into her face, letting some of the droplets flow into her mouth. it was hard to believe she'd lasted so long at this point without... something happening to her, but it did seem that the appearance of new growths had slowed down, at least for now. The waitress turned away from the mirror, dry tongue licking at equally dry lips. Since when had she always been so thirsty?

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my very well-loved watercolor palette 🎨

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So I had a couple more thoughts about metahuman!Khare at work tonight regarding her painting ability and differences from her main verse. She's definitely leaning towards the villainous spectrum if not becoming outright (albeit low tier) villain because honestly? Without the trauma of being experimented on and seeing scores of other people who weren't so lucky, she's a LOT more confident and... well, kind of a jerk.

Regarding her metahuman powers, anything that allows her to make art goes. It works best (and quickest) with pencils and paint, and that shit's expensive which prompts her to commit minor crimes to get by. She cannot, however, alter other people directly (aka turn them into things they're not) but she can do things like paint a pair of wings on their back which MIGHT be functional (though whether or not you'll actually be able to fly isn't that likely because she's so fucking BAD at art) Her weakness? Without any art media on hand, she's basically like anybody else. No super strength, no supersonic speed, not even the regenerative powers like she has as a biological experiment. Khare's no trained fighter but why bother when she can simply paint a (really ugly) tiger to protect her? Her powers even extend as far as being able to create edible food and water with nothing but paint but the taste is nowhere near as good as the real thing and honestly, it'd look questionable af. Khare's greatest power is that she can create almost anything she puts her mind to but her crippling weakness is that she doesn't have a very good imagination in order to really utilize it.

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That feel when you're so inactive but already contending with another brainworm aka potential muse. I'm not going to do it because I already have far too many muses and too little time to write but... in a metahuman AU where Khare was never experimented on, her powers would be living art. Anything she draws would come to life but the kicker? She's a bad artist. Wouldn't stop her conjuring a Picasso-faced rhinoceros to send after police lmao.

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Pancakes from the Golden Diner, NYC

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Do not get her started on the Condiment King. Do NOT get her started.

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Classic apple pie

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Introducing - Sybella Mavros

Known to most as Sybella Mavros. Her true name is known only to a handful of people around the world.

CEO and Head Researcher of Prometheus.

Very calm, assertive in nature. Never seems to lose composure or control of her emotions.

Incredibly well-read what with having researched genetics for decades. Has researched other fields of medicine and human anatomy a lot longer.

How long? She's a LOT older than she looks here. We're talking Babylon old here.

Always wears a golden pendant with a strange green stone in it. Is never seen without it.

Does NOT like men.