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hi y'all! i'm getting to replies (slowly but surely), though my uni starts up tomorrow so i may be more sporadic for a while :(

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unfortunately for all of us i cannot shut the fuck up

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MORALITY CHALLENGE. bold all the things your muse has done (will / would do is in italics, bolded italics means they’ve done it before and will probably do it again)

murder / manslaughter / assault / robbery / breaking & entering / theft / embezzlement / money-laundering / kidnapping / torture / blackmail / arson / trespassing / treason / libel or slander/ obstruction of justice / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon / espionage / riot / escape from lawful custody / contempt of court / public intoxication / conspiracy / accessory to a crime / harboring a fugitive / bribery / perjury under oath / resisting arrest / identity theft / corporate fraud / tax fraud /document forgery / destruction of evidence / assassination / counterfeiting / sale of a controlled substance / purchase of a controlled substance / failure to pay child support / hacking crimes / threat / pick-pocketing / shoplifting

tagged by: @cyandelightz (indirectly) tagging: @uwps001, @recgistrator, @zenobomber and/or anyone who'd like to do it!

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“Says the guy with resting bitch face.” he shrugged a shoulder in the other man’s direction to point out said expression. “Would it kill you to emote? I dee kay, a grimace might work for you.”

"I'm telling you because you're here and clearly not busy with anything important!" A scoff followed his exclamation, adding to his already self-entitled aura. He crouched down and reached towards the mechanical parts as if to poke around himself. "Why the scavenging anyway? This is like the junkyard of Spirale."

"My sense of humor is great thank you." Constantine pulls one of the wires and his body tenses when he feels the other has gotten closer. Man, does this person not know anything about personal space? Shit.

"And you're telling me this because? I know I asked, but...Why the hell should I care if you're bored or not?" It didn't sound at all like his problem and if anything wasn't it this guy's? "You...expect me to quell your boredom?"

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i gotta be honest... deadpool & wolverine definitely refueled my muse hehe

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"Ugh, what a cringefest." Quentin muttered lowly to himself. Seeing the plentitude of people dreaming up their wildest fantasies such as having that pony they never got as a kid was bad enough, but the most disturbing were the lovesick idiots.

As he walked the ever-changing streets of Fibonacci, careful not to stray too far from the refuge of his home, he came across one such display of fluff. In an attempt to quiet his own feelings of loneliness and need for validation from someone, he decided to simply peek into the minds of the man and woman picnicking no more than a yard away.

What he found was less of a shock and more so a "justification" for his next actions.

Forcing his sneer into a more pleasant, albeit twitching smile, he strolled casually towards the couple. With his hands behind his back and only a peripheral view of the two, Quentin slowed his steps as he came alongside the woman and nudged the dream world into changing her appearance. No longer a beautiful brunette, but rather a superficial copy of Quentin as an old man.

As if in slow motion, the real mutant stopped walking and turned to the pair aghast. "Gasp!" he said with theatrical emphasis, even going so far as to slap a hand to his mouth. "What kind of admirer thinks I'd look good with a beard?!"

You know how a few different people have been cautioning others not to create their dead loved ones using the waking dream?

Buzzo has missed the memo. Hard. He has been doing nothing but hanging out with a dream-illusion of an adult form of his childhood sweetheart for like, three days, possibly longer. He is one of the people completely lost in the fantasy of it - anything else, like his job search or looking for a professional pseudonym, has fallen to the wayside. He can and does at least dream up the sustenance to survive (sharing it with the illusory Lisa because it's what he imagines she would want), but part of Fibonacci ward near his home has just been transformed into a grassy, twilight-lit park. There he sits, in the comfort of his own imagination made tangible.

It's probably a pretty common sight for the past few days, really, people like him. It's probably hard to tell who's with their real beaus and who's just dreaming. Not that the outside world matters to him at present - it practically doesn't even exist.

It's not clear yet if it's fortunate or unfortunate that this happened to him. But it does result in some really nice dream-scenery for passerby to enjoy, its creator oblivious to and apathetic to them as they pass by - a resplendent garden of primarily white flowers (with the occasional pink), right in the residential area. Though it's likely that tampering with it might tick off its creator. At the same time, it's fairly contained…

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Community – 1.12: Comparative Religion

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"Hm?" Quentin looked up from his careful survey of the many taffy flavours in what was essentially a repurposed beer keg. He'd been leaning over to make sure he wasn't just imagining the alcoholic tang to the wooden container, though now he rose to his full height.

Cocking his head to the side, he asked the other man, "Weird place for a pick-up line, but I'll excuse your choices for now."

He picked up a random taffy in its wrapper and tossed it over to the stranger. Without waiting to see if he caught it, Quentin leaned back against the taffy keg and crossed his arms over his chest. "Tell me what that tastes like. I'm thinking this shop's a front for some money laundering, considering the weird ass flavours they claim to make. That or they're out of it, thinking 'troll's stew' is an identifiable taste."

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Window shopping wasn't always his favorite thing, but...he managed to find a stretch of shops that changed his entire opinion on the matter! Sweets stores, as far as the eye could see. A good variety too! He'd have to do more than just window shop after seeing everything there was...

But it looked like he wasn't the only one looking everything over. Learning other people's preferences was always fun, so...

"Anything catching your eye?"

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"Man, put a lid on that ego or you'll end up like me! Actually, you're more sure of yourself than when we first met." he replied with a quirked brow, as if to challenge her on his comment. Thinking about their first bloody encounter though, he added, "Obviously not the first first time... That wasn't really us."

He soon rolled his eyes and made a show of following Ismael with marching steps for the first few feet. As he listened to her delighted news, he felt a mixture of happiness for his friend and envy that she'd found someone to care and be cared for by.

"A partner, huh?" he echoed with a tone more subdued than before. Thankfully he snapped out of that pensive mood within seconds, moving on to another quip and an only half-forced smirk. "Let me guess: you're the friendly sunshine one and he's depressed but sensitive, which makes you two 'perfectly balanced' in the eyes of bleeding-heart fanfiction writers who only consume rom-coms."

"That's a good thing, I think."

"Hehe!" It brings pride to hear that from him! She'll even puff her chest out and fold her arms with pride to show it all off, "That's right, that's right. I'm pretty cool," She says playfully.

Gesturing for her friend to follow, Ismael chuckles, "Not quite man, but uh, I found myself a partner. His name is Sal, aaaaaaand he lives with us."

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Send “🖊” for a quick doodle of your muse!

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I'm not done being annoying, get the fuck back here.

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isola abilities updates

luminous status (complete uncap)

Telekinetic flight (30min/day no faster than a car)

uncapped daily usage

Telepathic illusions (minor images 5x/day)

Astral projection (5 minutes per use 5x/day)

increased daily usage

Telepathic communication (30min 1 hour per day)

Mind reading (30min 1 hour per day with mun permission)

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"I know, I know. Never seen such a handsome mirage!" he retorted in the smarmy tone of someone who has unearned pride in their work. He gestured to himself with a thumb and winked, saying, "Well get ready for an even better look, à la your suggestion..."

His outfit changed to accommodate the higher expectations of the upper levels without the same dramaticism as he'd exhibited before.

Unfortunately this change occurred as the elevator opened its doors to let in a passenger from floor 98. The new face stood there with wide eyes and a confused frown, staying idle for so long that the elevator doors began to close. That seemed to jar them into action, their hand reaching ahead to keep the doors from shutting.

When Quentin noticed the person move, he slapped his own palm over the "close doors" button and then pressed it again for good measure, ignoring the protests that were heard from the other side of the metal. Only once the elevator cab regained upward momentum did he straighten up from the control panel.

Casting a glance at the LED to check how far they had to go before floor 250, he then turned back around to his current company and shrugged. "They'll get over it. Now, what kind of freaky shit do you think we can get up to up there?"

" Whoa?! "

Eiden takes a step back, spreading his arms to really take a look of his new outfit. Another glance goes to mirror where he pats his hair about a little mouth hanging down.

" Just like that huh? "

Sure Kuya had done this kind of thing before but it's hard not to be impressed... It's so fancy too, something that'd normally cost you a leg and it might still not be enough.

" Eh, err... " he then turns to give a bit of an unfocused glance at him and then squints in thought, " err.. mint? Maybe? ....it's not too hospital-y is it...? "

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Ouch, this one's a real stuffed shirt.

"There's a difference between thinking and knowing, and I'm hilarious." he huffed out, clearly offended by the other's remark. He used the back of one hand to wipe at his nose, mimicking the discomfort of a bad smell. "It's not my fault if your sense of humour comes with extra salt."

"Now that you mention it, yes!" He moved even closer to the arguably armed stranger and then leaned over, his hands on both hips. "I'm bored."

The exclamation from someone else does little to startle Constantine as he pulls out some important pieces from the droid he tore open. The robot lays bare and splits wide open on its back on the ground. Its wires and intricate insides are revealed for the world to see.

"hah," he says dryly, "You think you're funny." There's a heavier piece that he pulls from the robot and sets it aside. He'll probably even take the being's head too for use. Maybe he'll find a way to make a weapon from the whole collection but for now...

Constantine's attention is now on the audience.

"You need something?"

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