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i reeeeally have to write that city post

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🐇 aka run bunny run aka kie in the dustverse pls & thx (i can't remember if i ever sent you this meme before, if i have, no i haven't ;P)

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oooooo okay okay okay so

there is. theoretically a verse i have waved vaguely at from time to time that centers on the idea of "everything in the dustverse is the same except some people have powers" and i think that like. lore-blend(?) kind of place is where it would be the most fun to play here but also that is a concept i haven't really grounded the reality of so i don't know how it would work (though i guess with powers on both sides it just sort of raises the stakes overall? but it does feel like the kind of thing that would easily ...undo the unbalance that has to exist in the dustverse? if that makes sense??? i don't know). that said, whether powers or no powers-

reflecting her story as i understand it i would expect Kie to be from the upper middle city, or the lower center. her parents would have really encouraged her to be Better Living levels of perfect and beautiful, hoping that she could rise into the true center and do well for herself (im. deeply uncertain ice skating specifically exists in the city? but it could be some kind of performance art??? that i'd leave to you) and it would probably be well intentioned it's just that. well, it's center city. so even good intentions can only go poorly, really. either she has to go with it and become stuck in a system that takes from everyone in it (yes, even the privileged center city types) or she splits from that and goes for the desert and becomes wild. either way it means doing things she probably never wanted to do, or though she'd be faced with.

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  Crossed over? The corner of her lip curls at the sheer levels of tacky, saying something like that... but every place she looked had been empty. And. She exhales sharply and her attention skips to the hall. The lights. Maddy faintly shakes her head in a way that isn't quite denial, though it must be something like it. Saying no while knowing there's a chance the answer is yes.

  Annoyingly, it fits.

  She snaps back into focus on... on... Miss M-something, she thinks. “Another one?” So much for that mascot change. The rate at which Bandits bit the dust didn't seem any slower than Devils, ever-crowding the halls. She folds her arms around her middle, hugging her ribs. “So what she just..waltzed in and sent Dawn packing?” The unspoken question of it hovering on the edge— How?

She’s… a little startled at being so abruptly addressed, but settles quickly when she recognizes the girl. The one who… died in the same bathroom as Daisy. Midge is sympathetic; the girl had a rough go at life, and has been having a rough go at death, too. She fears the news won’t settle well.

“Dawn crossed over, Madelyn,” she answers, cautiously gentle. Better an unpleasant truth than a kind lie. Midge tries not to give students a reason to mistrust her, even if it means they end up disliking her. She has time to wait for them to come around. “It sounds like the newest member of our group helped her find the peace she needed.”

Some of Madelyn’s discomfort clicks. Maddie. “You’re probably hearing her name around school,” Midge offers. “Madison died just a little while ago.”

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  “What,” she whines like she didn't just confess to being on unfamiliar ground, “a girl can't go out?” So there's that little mock-offended ditty, and the sleepy fold of her arms, and the lazy way she's swinging her legs, there's a chance she's a little drunk. “I'm here 'cause I got friends in eeeeeevery cobweb.” A little relent; I'm here because someone brought me. “Though I'm startin' t'think they got stuck somewhere, 'cause it's been like...” She trails as she realizes she's not truly certain how long it's been.

  Odd for her. She sits up and gives a tiny shake of her head, trying to clear it— “Do me a favor and spin in circle t'see f'you see'a shiny set of boys with matchin' faces.”

"'m not." He clearly is. His skin prickles with stares he can't catch. "Maybe I just wanna drink in peace somewhere I don't gotta do my own mixin'." He'd wanted the music and socializing and alcohol of somewhere new. Now... He doesn't even want to go home, he just. Wants people to mind their own fuckin' business.

"What're you even doin' here."

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  Something drops from above, dead silent and dark eyed, and an autopilot kicks in. She collapses into a defensive crouch, arms crossed in front of her face, expecting violence. By the time she's figured out what's going on, the fucker who'd chased her for the last five blocks is already disarmed. Mouth gaping. Eyes rolling around, white at every edge. She doesn't know what she's looking at.

  Well. She's looking at a man with another man in a painful looking headlock. She just doesn't understand why. “There's always more.” Like ants and glitter and grains of sand. And she's not so sure he's an exception. She eases up out of her crouch anyway, her arms still defensively poised, and scours his face with sharp, mistrusting eyes. She compares what she can see of his face to every other nameless goon and grotesque mercenary who'd ever dragged her down a hallway or shoved a gun in her face. (Or put a boot to her ribs. Or chased her down when she ran, and ran, and ran. Or-) “Does that mean you saw 'em?”

for a moment, the girl looked as if she were ready to surrender. hands raised, palms forward as her pursuer slowed to a stop just outside her reach. bucky hadn't known exactly what he was going to find when he'd followed the soldiers from their safe house, he'd figured he'd tail them to whatever side hustle they were working. he'd figured out pretty quickly that it was a kidnapping job.

he recognised the look on her face when she finally spoke. defiance woven into the crack of her voice even as stray sparks of electricity rolled up the length of her forearms and tangled around her fingertips. the sparks were fleeting and if he hadn't seen something similar once before, he might have thought it was a trick of the light.

bucky had seen enough.

he dropped down from the fire escape he'd perched himself on, landing silently behind the soldier that had chased her through the streets of the city for almost six blocks. over her pursuers shoulder, he met the girls eye moments before wrapping his arm around the mans neck. the soldier didn't have time to scream, or even to fight. his eyes bulged out of his head, hands floundering for a weapon that bucky quickly snatched out of his waistband. ❝ i like your spunk, kid, ❞ bucky said conversationally as the soldier thrashed in his grip for a few futile seconds, ❝ but there's more where he came from. ❞

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OH OH IM STUPID-

Naux gets her time hop random roll only it lands her in the desert toward the end of the old desert (on this timeline, somewhere roughly around The Collapse) and now her children are desert born dustkids whose primary external example is a very different kind of "King" than the kind she used to know of. ...then again, with all the blood and egos, maybe not so different. she's maybe not exactly on board with all the drama and shooting etc(?), still she keeps her crew of herself and her kids looked after in all the madness by running a little establishment that provides a variety of services to killjoy crews, including the dealing of smuggled city goods that can be difficult to obtain in the desert. who are her sources? im sure we don't want to know.

🐇 / Run Bunny Run (I'm so curious? I'm unfamiliar with the album, so everything I know is contained to your carrd/blog)

If you drop a 🐇 in my inbox I’ll give you some starter ideas for how your muse might fit into the Dustverse!

That's fine I killed canon in cold blood and it's my city now anyway! Blog canon bears only a passing resemblance to 'real' canon, and technically everything on the blog started with this music video and this music video and everything since has been invention with the Squid (@/hvndredbattles @/hvndredzones) so that's the only 'canon' you need if you don't... feel like reading the excessive number of lore essays in the world building tag. However there is lots of information in the world building tag, if you want it. The album other than the videos is more of a tone indicator than anything and I have a whole playlist for that and I don't really acknowledge the comics because they're mostly not very good but hi yes onto the part you actually asked about:

Cherry as someone who wandered too close to zone 07. Zone 07 is a weird wibbly wobbly thing in the west, where the old coast used to be, that encapsulates some kind of phenomenon that nobody's really sure what it is; the city investigated it for awhile and came up short, the zones calls it a thinning place between the living and the dead, anyone who isn't superstitious just calls it Really Fucking Weird if they've encountered anything about it. Even I can't really tell you what it is, half because I don't rightly know and half because it's more fun that I don't. Anyone brave (or dumb, or unlucky) enough to go in dies, one way or the other. Either never seen again or something else that looks like them walks back out. I'm proposing Cherry got a little closer than most, but didn't actually walk in to zone 07 proper, meaning she got to keep her own thoughts but well. Now there's something else, too. Ghost, demon, prolonged hallucination or other psychotic break - well. We'll just never know. — And this would lend to either side of the conflict. Personally I feel more like she's killjoy coded if only out of boredom and the desire to not have to follow so many rules, but having gotten close to 07 could be a city character thing too, albeit she'd have to work for the company in some capacity. Which would be an area like the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W Unit or some science-y field, to have come into contact with it. But also also her name is already Cherry that's so killjoy she very much seems like someone who grew up in the city initially and then went 'fuck this' as a teen and hopped the wall and then either was just particularly susceptible to its draw (it does in fact draw people in, that is part of its weirdness. moths to flame, etc.) or just happened to end up somewhere near 07 and. got reeled dangerously close to disappearing.

Yuna on the verge of becoming one of Better Living's new poster-children after cultivating a little following of her own (perhaps replacing their escaped dove, @lcfthaunted 👀) but it's a big step to sign the rights to your face and body and life away to Better Living literally and not just because they control so much of the infrastructure. Her father may be trying to persuade her away from it without actually saying the quiet part (that it will destroy her, eat her up bit by bit with no remorse and barely even a thank you) out loud, for fear of what might happen to both of them if he does(?). Anyway, she'd really have to get the crassness under wraps for it. And the city has ways of getting rid of it by force, if she signs her life away and doesn't quite manage it on her own. Image is everything, after all.

Hansel goes in here somewhere I know he does but my brain is returning error noises. something something european transfers something something Better Living's "progress without concerns for ethical boundaries". I don't know how I feel re: giving them the ability to revive the dead but to be frank there's precedence in some parts of the fandom over the years and if it's still highly experimental and not something that can just be Done to anyone at any time..... He's just mild and yet unflinching enough to end up somewhere deep in a lab doing things he should absolutely not be doing with BLi money and resources, because it's Science, and the company is taking advantage of it. Encouraging the worst parts of it. Show us how to raise the dead Hansel it is a worthwhile pursuit and there will be no negative long term consequences for this :)

This is who I can figure things out for right away but if I keep sitting on it I might be able to point the others in Dustverse directions too(!)

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🐇 / Run Bunny Run (I'm so curious? I'm unfamiliar with the album, so everything I know is contained to your carrd/blog)

If you drop a 🐇 in my inbox I’ll give you some starter ideas for how your muse might fit into the Dustverse!

That's fine I killed canon in cold blood and it's my city now anyway! Blog canon bears only a passing resemblance to 'real' canon, and technically everything on the blog started with this music video and this music video and everything since has been invention with the Squid (@/hvndredbattles @/hvndredzones) so that's the only 'canon' you need if you don't... feel like reading the excessive number of lore essays in the world building tag. However there is lots of information in the world building tag, if you want it. The album other than the videos is more of a tone indicator than anything and I have a whole playlist for that and I don't really acknowledge the comics because they're mostly not very good but hi yes onto the part you actually asked about:

Cherry as someone who wandered too close to zone 07. Zone 07 is a weird wibbly wobbly thing in the west, where the old coast used to be, that encapsulates some kind of phenomenon that nobody's really sure what it is; the city investigated it for awhile and came up short, the zones calls it a thinning place between the living and the dead, anyone who isn't superstitious just calls it Really Fucking Weird if they've encountered anything about it. Even I can't really tell you what it is, half because I don't rightly know and half because it's more fun that I don't. Anyone brave (or dumb, or unlucky) enough to go in dies, one way or the other. Either never seen again or something else that looks like them walks back out. I'm proposing Cherry got a little closer than most, but didn't actually walk in to zone 07 proper, meaning she got to keep her own thoughts but well. Now there's something else, too. Ghost, demon, prolonged hallucination or other psychotic break - well. We'll just never know. — And this would lend to either side of the conflict. Personally I feel more like she's killjoy coded if only out of boredom and the desire to not have to follow so many rules, but having gotten close to 07 could be a city character thing too, albeit she'd have to work for the company in some capacity. Which would be an area like the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W Unit or some science-y field, to have come into contact with it. But also also her name is already Cherry that's so killjoy she very much seems like someone who grew up in the city initially and then went 'fuck this' as a teen and hopped the wall and then either was just particularly susceptible to its draw (it does in fact draw people in, that is part of its weirdness. moths to flame, etc.) or just happened to end up somewhere near 07 and. got reeled dangerously close to disappearing.

Yuna on the verge of becoming one of Better Living's new poster-children after cultivating a little following of her own (perhaps replacing their escaped dove, @lcfthaunted 👀) but it's a big step to sign the rights to your face and body and life away to Better Living literally and not just because they control so much of the infrastructure. Her father may be trying to persuade her away from it without actually saying the quiet part (that it will destroy her, eat her up bit by bit with no remorse and barely even a thank you) out loud, for fear of what might happen to both of them if he does(?). Anyway, she'd really have to get the crassness under wraps for it. And the city has ways of getting rid of it by force, if she signs her life away and doesn't quite manage it on her own. Image is everything, after all.

Hansel goes in here somewhere I know he does but my brain is returning error noises. something something european transfers something something Better Living's "progress without concerns for ethical boundaries". I don't know how I feel re: giving them the ability to revive the dead but to be frank there's precedence in some parts of the fandom over the years and if it's still highly experimental and not something that can just be Done to anyone at any time..... He's just mild and yet unflinching enough to end up somewhere deep in a lab doing things he should absolutely not be doing with BLi money and resources, because it's Science, and the company is taking advantage of it. Encouraging the worst parts of it. Show us how to raise the dead Hansel it is a worthwhile pursuit and there will be no negative long term consequences for this :)

This is who I can figure things out for right away but if I keep sitting on it I might be able to point the others in Dustverse directions too(!)

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If you drop a 🐇 (or the phrase "Run Bunny Run") into my inbox I'll give you some starter ideas for how your muse might fit into the Dustverse (aka Tech's canon)

These will, of course, be suggestions you may take or leave! Or modify! Or start with and then let it run you completely all over the place and deeper into this than you'd ever though you'd go! That's how I got where I am ♥

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school spirits verse go brr

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this being such a revelation to me is probably best explained very concisely as: i am 5'10". what the fuck do you mean 5'3" is average.

when i made her 5'3" i was under the impression 5'6" was average height and i don't know how i was under that impression unless the internet is currently lying to me specifically about average heights but since 5'3" is apparently. average. i am now staring directly into the deep middle distance contemplating shrinking her.

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when i made her 5'3" i was under the impression 5'6" was average height and i don't know how i was under that impression unless the internet is currently lying to me specifically about average heights but since 5'3" is apparently. average. i am now staring directly into the deep middle distance contemplating shrinking her.

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@glasshcldhigh ( Midge ) //> unprompted.

  Time has always been so fickle. Minutes sometimes last days and entire weeks only take a second. A school day takes a month to pass. Or only a moment. She's not sure at all when they are. Only that the wicked coalescence of spring madness and her bitter birthday has passed again, and now time seems to be going backwards. Backwards, again, to the days when the halls filled with her name. Whispers and conversations she can't quite catch except to hear it. The echo.

  Maddy Maddy Maddy. Everyone's talking about Maddy. She flinches as she goes down the hall, feeling watched. Looked at. Even though she knows so few of them can even see her. She covers her ears like that might help drown everything out and keeps searching. Chasing the edges of herself. Missing her brother. Missing.... Missing.... She goes through the old AV room and past the spot in the hall and down all the aisles of the auditorium a half dozen times each before she realizes what she's doing. Missing...

  So few of them can see her. It's a struggle to remember which ones can, but she eventually finds someone who doesn't look through her and. She doesn't have a name for this mousey woman. Nothing that kicks free. She forgets who can see her, what their names are, when they told her. She forgets them altogether, really, other than—

  “Dawn,” she forces out, and finds that she sounds annoyed. “Where's Dawn?”

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NATIONAL TREASURE (2004) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

i'm gonna steal it.

who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?

if it's any consolation, you had me convinced.

you're not hurt, are you?

i am so getting fired for this.

is there a question in there?

we have no money.

how about a bribe?

it was cool. you should try it sometime.

we can't go back there.

i've never been so happy to be proven wrong.

you handled that well.

are you trying to steal that?

it's thirty-five dollars.

you know the key to running a convincing bluff? every once in a while you've got to be holding all the cards.

stop talking. start the van.

you're treasure hunters, aren't you?

i'm still working on it.

why don't you just come back down here and we can talk through this together.

don't speak again.

is that the hot girl?

are you with me?

what do you think? i'm a hostage.

do you trust me?

once we catch them, what do we do?

is this real?

i made something for you.

tell me what i need to know.

just another clue.

i can explain, but i don't have time.

i wasted 20 years of my life, and now you've destroyed yours.

what was the secret?

i found something!

i broke a shoelace this morning.

it can't be done.

i understand your bitterness. i really do.

i want you to have a chance to do that.

i've got some duct tape in the back.

promise you won't be any trouble.

i finally figured it out.

the treasure is a myth.

we need more juice.

you're all lunatics!

still a little on edge from being shot at, but i'll be okay. thanks for asking.

see? okay? now could you please stop shouting?

give me that!

you would do well, [name], to be a little more civilized in this instance.

who were those men?

we did the only thing we could do to keep it safe.

we probably deserved that.

i was thinking, what if we go public? plaster the story all over the internet.

it's not like we have our reputations to worry about.

people don't talk that way anymore.

beautiful, huh?

i have no idea what you said.

if there's something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action.

what do you see?

what time is it now?

we missed it.

i know something about history that you don't.

i'd be very excited to learn about it.

hold on one second. let me just take in this moment.

this is cool. is this how you feel all the time?

[name], you're a genius.

how do a bunch of guys with hand tools build all this?

the aliens helped them.

i volunteered.

it's invisible.

i'm sorry for your suffering.

when are we gonna get there?

i'm hungry. this car smells weird.

i'm so sorry i dropped you.

i would have done exactly the same to you.

why can't they just say "go to this place, here's the treasure, spend it wisely?"

anyone crazy enough to believe us isn't gonna want to help.

we don't need someone crazy.

[name], are you crying?

look. stairs.

i'm guessing that's significant.

i'm just trying to hide from my ex-husband.

stay as long as you like.

you want something?

i see what you left him.

this isn't a day for "um."

we didn't find the information credible.

well, this might be possible.

i leveled with you one hundred percent.

everything i told you was the truth.

it's not a conspiracy theory.

you know what? i take it back.

i'm in a little trouble.

this... is huge.

you are gonna go to prison. you know that, right?

that would bother most people.

you know what you have to do.

i'm just trying to think if there's anything else we could do.

i'm not letting it out of my sight.

how do you look?

a toast to high treason.

here's to the men who did what was considered wrong in order to do what they knew was right.

why do you need them?

look... this is a waste of time.

i'm still not against you.

i really couldn't accept something like this normally.

we don't actually have it.

did bigfoot take it?

is there a door that doesn't lead to prison?

get out of there. get out of there now!

[name], can you hear me?

can i marry your brain?

our evil plan is working.

why does that never happen to me?

meet me at the car. call me if you have any problems.

no broken bones?

a jump like that could kill a man.

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  “People don't think twice,” she echoes fondly. Neither arguing nor agreeing, really. His way of thinking is his way of thinking, his version of the world. How things go for him. She's not sure where the difference lies -gender? manner of recruitment?- but it's different, for her. She can feel eyes nearly everywhere she goes, catch whispers now and then. Whispers that aren't always about her, even, but when she crossed the room they still felt the need to conceal their words. She gives a slight shake of her head, a little off-center shrug. “I don't know what people think.” Conceding, after a fashion.

  She half-turns from him. Idle fingers find the grip of the gun, tracing the texture and grooves of its design instead of picking it back up. Eyes cast downrange, attention over her shoulder. Bad time to keep practicing. “Then what?” Tcnh tcnh tcnh. The material of the grip makes an interesting, unfamiliar sort of noise. “You kiss me, and even if somebody sees nobody believes it, and then what?” What's his plan, here? Where does it go?

"Well-" His ears warm. "People don't think twice, right." Because everyone comes down to the range. "And we're not so likely to run into Stitch or Duke right now." Because Singh and the lieutenant generally had other, more pressing matters this time of day - it was why Oliver had picked this timeslot for teaching her in the first place.

"And all anybody else'll do is talk, and who's gonna believe 'em?" ... fuck, maybe he really hadn't thought this one through.

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#FEMLETTE!!

⸻⸻    original character multi muse  !! loved dearly  by  jaqi  •  28  •  she / they  •  p.s.t.

〖 carrd. 〗•〖 rules. 〗•〖 memes. 〗•〖 interest tracker. 〗

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@hvndredbattles

independent , original character multi-muse . inspired by media such as call of duty , jack reacher , mile 22 , and triple frontier . selective , penned by squid ( they/them . 21+ . Pacific . )

rules. muses.

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