#;; specify muse! thank you!

[selfinflicts]

would anyone like some memes... please like if you do

[therelentless]

Now that i'm free, like this for a one-liner.

[balladetto]

ooooo you wanna write with me oooooo

[dreamcrash]

actually i think i'm gonna take a nap but like this for a starter <3

[grimowled]

;ooc

[mastermicd-arch]

i have plenty of drafts and i haven't been chatty on here because grief is such a harsh mistress but alas i have some mojo so this is a starter call for the following muses: brooke davis (one tree hill) dana "scottie" scott (suits) peyton charles (izombie) rachel goldberg (unreal) samantha griffith (good sam) shelby wyatt (quantico) zoe reynolds (spooks)

[reddawnmultimuse]

Would you rather fight one tailed beast-sized samehada, or fifty samehada-sized tailed beasts?

“That is indeed a great question as it challenges one to weigh the magnitude of power against the manageability of size. To confront one tailed beast-sized Samehada would mean facing a single entity with immense power and size, amplified by Samehada’s unique ability to absorb chakra. The challenge here would be monumental, requiring immense strength and strategy, particularly since the size of a tailed beast would make Samehada’s chakra-absorbing scales incredibly formidable.

On the other hand, fighting fifty Samehada-sized tailed beasts presents a different set of challenges. While individually these creatures would be smaller and potentially less powerful than their full-sized counterparts, managing fifty entities simultaneously would require exceptional tactical acumen. The coordination and stamina needed to combat multiple foes, each possessing unique abilities albeit on a smaller scale, would test one's capacity to strategize and adapt under pressure.

Considering my own abilities, including the Sharingan and my proficiency with genjutsu, I might lean towards confronting the fifty Samehada-sized tailed beasts. This scenario would allow me to leverage my tactical prowess and ability to manipulate multiple enemies simultaneously. Furthermore, the reduction in size would limit the scale of their individual powers, making them more manageable within the illusions and control techniques at my disposal.”

[mcltiples]

FOR EVERY 🎤 SENT, I WILL LIST A SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSE. || accepting

@wraithful-muses sent;🎤

{ OOC / HC } Gimme More by Britney Spears

This song has always given me night club vibes / strip club vibes. So it's no surprise that I associate this song with Angel Dust~ I can actually imagine him dancing to this song. Either up on the pole, on someone's lap, or grinding up against someone on the dancefloor.

'A center of attention (do you feel that?)' 'Even when we're up against the wall,' 'You've got me in a crazy position,' 'If you're on a mission, you got my permission.'

'We can get down like there's no one around,' 'We keep on rockin', we keep on rockin',' 'Cameras are flashin' while we're dirty dancin',' 'They keep watchin', keep watchin'.'

[championsofthegate]

hc + 👻

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

@daelgar

//so I know the divine you meet in game is technically just a fade spirit probably but I think Gwen would count that as a supernatural experience. Like, you find the dead woman who saved your life in the fade and then died for you? That's about as close as you can get to seeing a ghost.

And it definitely shakes her a little bit. Before all this she was kind of on the fence about the whole Andraste thing. She wanted to believe Andraste had rescued her from the fade, but everything in her rebelled against that idea that anyone who choose her for a task like this.

And it turns out that's right. She wasn't chosen, she was just in the wrong place at the right time (or wrong time depending on your definition.) And knowing for sure that this is just one big fuck up definitely shakes her confidence in a way she wasn't expecting. She almost wanted it to be Andraste who saved her, even if the notion was ridiculous. Because then it meant at least someone had faith in her.

[strywoven]

oooh you want me to send you things so bad , yes yes yes -- like & specify so i can throw a diddy or two into your inbox.

[erthlyheavn]

Hmmm, inbox call?

[mystiika]

so i want to write & also make sure i'm motivated to follow so like for a starter or an ask or smt based strictly on tik toks i put into my favourites bc that way its stuff i already know i like & also stuff that i dont have to come up with all on my own ! luck of the draw honestly i'm just going to keep going through them until i land on one funny enough or interesting enough to warrant an entire thread :)

[gxldensxldiers]

like for plotting/for me to go through your meme tag to send stuff in

[xfindingtrouble]

if you like this post, i'll write you a small song-based starter

[tvrningout-a]

hmm... what if you let me drop a wee lil smooch or other act of affection in your inbox... what if

[eievuimultimuse]

“Your family loves you, y’know.”

     THE SILENCE THAT follows the statement is HEAVY — and TENSE. WAY TOO TENSE. The fly mutant says absolutely NOTHING at first to the sentiment; his expression is difficult to get a read on. HE’S DISPLEASED BY THE WORDS, that much is obvious.The hardened gaze, the deep furrow in his brow, the tight frown on his face just shy of being a sneer. It’s like he HATES that such a phrase has been uttered to him — and, hell, it could very well be true.

     THEY ABANDONED HIM. THEY LEFT HIM FOR A DIFFERENT FAMILY, AFTER EVERYTHING HE DID FOR THEM. Where the HELL is the assurance that they LOVE HIM in all of that ?  Here he is, hunched up in some nook, doing little more than PATHETICALLY lounging around. Can’t go anywhere without TCRI potentially breathing down his damn neck; can’t turn to anyone for help. He’s completely ALONE out here. Elusive criminal mastermind reduced down to— THIS. THEY PUT HIM HERE. ALL OF THEM. HIS OWN FAMILY. HOW COULD THEY ?

    And yet…there’s a sort of sadness in there, in the midst of all of that RAGE, accompanied by a slight droop of his antennae. He should hate them, after what they did. After how they hurt him.  ( yet, as PISSED OFF as he is, he can’t say he does. )  He just doesn’t understand. IF THEY LOVE HIM, THEN WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO HIM ?

“ …I don’t give a damn, “ he mutters at last. “ They can take it and shove it. I’m DONE. “