#✨ ask the muse

[criskape]

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send ✨ to see one of my muse's memories.

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"Buddy. I'm more hurt now that you haven't brought me here sooner."

Cris was giving the little nationalist in him too much of a boost by adhering to Peter B.'s comments, he chuckled as his lunch mate ate another full spoon of rice and sisig. [1: a Filipino dish made from pork jowl and ears (maskara), pork belly, and chicken liver, which is usually seasoned with calamansi, onions, and chili peppers]

"I heard your stomach after we were done with the mission. You sounded like you were going to collapse without another full meal."

This was a place that Cris tended to visit after closing off one of his night shifts. He'd take a nap then head out here for lunch as a small treat to himself, it was a little hole in the wall, but it's been here for years. As long as he's lived in his house, and it was typical for him to visit with his roommates as well.

It really only made sense to bring Peter along, he debated on bringing him here specifically, especially considering how he never really got to know what kind of cuisine that he even enjoyed in the first place. After the first bite, Cris almost thought he was being punked, but with swallow after swallow, he was relieved to find that wasn't the case.

"Honestly? Very likely. I was going to head to the cafeteria after, but I'm much happier with this!"

Cris smiled, taking more bites of his own. The food was affordable and pretty decent, but he definitely has tasted better from other restaurants. Yet, it felt like the flavor was enhanced somehow. Just by being accompanied by one of his friends, flavors enriching his tongue in ways that he simply never noticed before when he ate alone.

Maybe he should start doing this more.

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[darabeatha]

I want to reblog an intimacy meme too but then I think; can I truly write paragraphs of yearning and desire today-

[unrclypirxte]

Far Cry 3 Starters! - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@b3ast0fburd3n said: You are brave to joke in the face of death. -from Eden for Beth

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It was the norm, really; a Rakyat ambush, guns waved around, a lot of yapping about bullshit that Beth, admittedly, didn't care about. Something about her killing their people and friends, something else about Citra — it all blurred into one homogeneous thing when you've been at it for as long as Beth has.

Did she JOKE? Of course! She relished in their reactions, their anger. They always got so upset when she laughed and joked instead of cowering, even when they killed a few pirates and threatened the other women. Really, how could she not? Their bravado was movie-esq, and she wondered if she'd ever sit down and write a screenplay with shit she's heard.

But, like all things pertaining to work, Beth grew bored. And when Beth grew bored, she wanted to finish their little ' dance ' . So, swiftly, she managed to single-handedly take down the four man group of Rakyat. Which, honestly, she wouldn't consider impressive nor brave.

If you ever got to watch Beth in action, it was a MARVELOUS thing, really. As if she had been bred for this, as if she was made for it. Impressive, if not TERRIFYING with the implications.

She ordered the other pirates up with heaving breaths as she retrieved her cigarette box from her cargo pants pocket. She placed one between her lips and lit it before crouching down and wiping bloodied hands into the blue fabric of the Rakyat's vests.

The other speaking had her ears pricking up in attention, but did very little to deter her from beginning to search the body of the ' warrior ' who served as her prior cloth. She was silent for a moment, as if ignoring the other, before humming around her lit cigarette.

"Most would call it fucking dumb, mate," She began, taking a second to admire the small carving of a tiger she had found in his pockets. "Or, er," What was the English? A pause as she gathered her thoughts. "Having a death wish. Which, I'd argue, y'know, is the whole point of being a fucking pirate."

She finished looting and half turned to the other, still crouching. Removing the cigarette from her lips and exhaling a thick, grey spiral of smoke, her brown eyes considered the other in what could be most compared to a predator sizing up prey.

"What would you call it, huh? BRAVERY? Is that what we're going with?" Beth laughed softly, an airy thing, light and delightful to the ears. "I like that, actually. Is that what qualifies as bravery to to you?"

Ironic, really, considering who Beth was; she had called rejects brave and far more generous titles for less ( admittedly to taunt them ) . She'd regard others as brave, or dumb, or both for doing what she had just done. But she quite liked picking into people, especially those she had an inherentl distrust for.

[twistedappletree]

hiii apple 🩵 how do you think married or established relationship zhuiling handles mornings? I think Sizhui is fine with them because he grew up with the Lan sleep schedule but sect leader Jin is probably impossible 🤣

What a perfect time to answer this as I’m laying in bed dreading waking up and wanting to go back to sleep lmaooo

Oh, Jin Ling is absolutely impossible which makes it a good thing that it’s Lan Sizhui waking him up because he’s the only one who can (aside of Jiang Cheng who would probably just barge into his room and push him off the bed, lbr 😭)

LSZ is gentle and patient with him, though. The Lan schedule doesn’t apply to Jin Ling but it’s also not good for him to sleep in so much that it makes him groggy and tired the rest of the day, so LSZ tries his best.

But JL is in full mistress mode when he’s tired. If Lan Jingyi thinks it’s bad in public, he’s never had to live with him. He likes to make waking up a monumental task for LSZ because he’s used to getting his way and LSZ wouldn’t possibly deny him, right?

After enough pestering from LSZ, he raises his hands like a zombie so LSZ can pull him up, then crashes against him, snakes his arms around his waist and drags him back onto the bed with him.

Literally impossible.

So LSZ works around it by carrying Jin Ling around who’s clinging to him like a koala, still trying to sleep, while he makes them tea, sets out their clothes, brushes Jin Ling’s hair, etc (Lan arm strength and Wen multitasking, you know how it is).

It makes him laugh because it reminds him of how senior Wei acts with Hanguang-Jun but he keeps that to himself since Jin Ling would probably go feral after getting compared to Wei Wuxian. 💀

[tojisbbygworl]

Kind of curious as to what would've happenrd if MC heard the noise and just bolted out of there like didn't investigate at and call for a friend to see if she could spend the night

Highkey excited if there's any MC lore in Part 3

Anywho hapoy christmas eve, drink agua, and happy x-mas eve

Omggg I always imagine "what if's" for all my stories but honestly the story wouldn't have been very eventful if she had that kind of hindsight lmaoooo

She doesn't realllyyyyy have friends which kind of made the conditions to stalk and hold her hostage perfect. I always try to check all boxes when it comes to this suff bcs I rly hate reading a story and thinking (why didn't they just___?)

There will be much more lore for all 3 of them purr bcs I love lore and exposition !

Thank u for reading and sending a message! I loved this and merry xmas an all that😘

[bladesfromthedark]

🌷 !

Send "🌷" and the MUSE will tell you whatever the hell they want.

"...Popstar. Very strange world. Such... carefree inhabitants."

Swordsman hums quietly in thought.

"My task was... simple. I darkened the skies over those isles... I overtook that King's will... The region was swiftly under my control."

They speak coldly, yet without discernible malice. It was mere obligation from their perspective. Zero's commands. Their own jealousy. The usual. Nothing could have diverted them from that course.

"All I had to do was. Maintain the situation. Until the rest arrived."

The Dark Matter briefly twirls their blade in the air, letting the light reflect off of it in a brilliant array of color... Visage akin to the weapon that once felled them.

"...I failed to fathom... the resistance. The pink one. Would manage."

[melverie]

now im imagining the angel plastics (mikey gabe and raph) meetings involve them discussing super important details but behaving like they're at a sleepover. "raphael once your nails are finished drying go kill those guys."

Definitely how their meetings go, and by the end of it they just start getting drunk. They've already been doing them like this back when Lucifer was still an angel, that's why he has all those drunk stories of them

Anyway, gotta make sure Raph slays before he actually slays✨

[charlotte-liddel]

"Can a giant shallow pond be called a lake or not? Like if it's big enough, can it count as one, or is it just wetlands?"

Lottie wants to know, and she's been wondering over this for hours.

//@squidsavior

[criskape]

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send ✨ to see one of my muse's memories.

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It is awfully convenient that the moment Cris finishes a patrol early for once, he is alerted of another criminal to deal with in a car's passing radio. Honestly, if you asked him what day it was at the time, he wouldn't have been able to give you a straight answer.

The days had started to blur together. How easy it is for him to lose track of time when he's working, the only indicator of how the hours have passed is when his stomach growls or nature calls, how the sun blazes directly into his eyes or the moon seeps past the blinds.

His head pounding and vision blurring the moment that he leapt off to swing from building to building was probably a bad sign, but like he always says, time stops for nobody. Not even him. When he rectifies this issue, he will finally deserve that break.

SM Megamall being surrounded by cars with blaring sirens and flashing lights, along with yellow and black police tape, was terribly unsightly. He does come by sometimes whenever he runs errands or maybe when he's invited to come with his friends for the timely art market that happens in its convention centers, so having those experiences charred by a criminal's misdeeds is unfortunate.

Once he's able to sneak past the crowd, he lightens his footfalls to explore the now desolate establishment. The darkness matched with the hollowness of its once bustling halls is unsettling enough that it probably should trigger his spider-sense.

It is only when he reaches the center atrium does when that lingering sense of danger overwhelms him. Because this was not what the mall looked like before.

The pillars that held up each floor was tightly wrapped in vines and flora. The ground was replaced with a mucky green grass mixed with small dunes and speckles of sand as opposed to the polished granite.

Before Cris has more time to observe any further, his spider-sense flares and he webs himself towards a nearby pillar as a heap of grass and sand whirls past him. Sand?

But he had already dealt with Sandman a long, long time ago. He remembered it clearly, even if it was in the early times of his duties as Spider-Man. It shouldn't have been possible for him to escape imprisonment, no less gain these new floral abilities.

He swings in circles around his new foe, wracking his brain on how a new Sandman managed to rise under his attention on the city. However, the sounds of agony crackle and spark bounce off of the walls and he notices his target... Glitching?

With him, the fresh greenery that decorated the halls had begun to behave in the same manner, causing him to lose his webbing and collapse onto the floor. He could feel his ribs bruise with the impact, but he has no other choice other than to get back up and charge at his enemy. God, he should have had coffee before this.

Cris doesn't usually have difficulty landing blows. Given his enhanced speed, it never takes this long to achieve victory. But considering how this Sandman seemed to be bugged out (and how he was very much lacking on sufficient meals and rest), his accuracy was faltering.

He was finally able to incapacitate his enemy, keeping him faint and trapped against one of the pillar, but he wouldn't know how long those restraints could last. Cris was starting to feel even more faint somehow, stumbling backwards.

... Only he manages to trip on the base of one the vines entangled with the structure, a conveniently timed glitch tightens the grip that the trailers have on the supports and brings the concrete down on him.

...

It's all a blur. His face feels exposed and his body is screaming at him under the pressure of the debris. All he can see is a mosaic of colors, navy and bright red slashing and dashing across the scene. He can hear a rough voice, commanding and authoritative. Next, the weight is gone. His fragile form is scooped up in strong arms, and the voice returns.

"Right. Just a bad dream."

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[jeonqkooks]

Obs jk not a question but you deserve a kick in the balls and oc should be the one doing it

obs!jk:

you guys:

obs hours are open ~ !

[monmuses]

Jonathan, on learning what Bismuth's role in society is/was: Engineer friend! :o

UNPROMPTED ASKS - Always Accepting!

"Yeah! We can always use more blacksmiths and engineers!" She cheered. "You can't go wrong with your work! I'd love to see what you do! Haven't met a human who does stuff like I do!"

[darabeatha]

    /  U KNOW- for this valentine’s- I politely put my muses for valentine’s related threads/asks/etc

[mngrlmgic]

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[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

✨️ N and Ash commit arson

//OOC: 10/10. The two traumatized anomalies get to set stuff on fire to cope.

From this ask meme

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@opscurus

[LYRIC ASKS] "Tell me I was never good enough. Remind me of the demons that I've been running from?" (I PREVAIL) Hurricane // Hichigo to any available muse (sorry for not specifying idr your muses)

「'fraid I'm not the type to judge that quickly upon meeting someone~」 Mukuro, while a rather judgemental person, typically wasn't the ' judge a book by its cover ' type。 「And I can't speak with certainty of what type of demons you've been running from but from what I can tell whatever you're running from must be insane, because you look like you've been through hell and back。」

【 unprompted asks 】 ♡ 【 always accepting 】

[gu6chan]

leonard getting to talk to seere over the phone and he immediately starts blushing and bashfully twirling his hair around his finger like the female lead of a 90's teen romcom