#EdgyMusic

[yellowmanula]

Playing with fucking napalm Playing with doll parts

[hexsreality]

"Oh my little brother, my sweet little prince. You don't come to see your big sister as often as you should. Oh, how I've missed you, Jimmy." Wanda took both of Jimmy's hands into hers as she led him to sit on the sofa with her. In front of them was a tea set waiting for them.

☽◯☾┄─ @edgymuses

[emeraldbuilt]

"You seem surprised. Is kindness around here so odd?"

@edgymuses hit the heart for a starter ( for lorna )

[emmatriarchy]

“ hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. ” (from dani to rahne)

Meme

Rahne peered at her bonded soulmate, holding still as requested so that Dani could clean her face off the blood. "Thank you," she murmured, a bit flustered. "I lost it..." She had lost control of her temper when she saw the enemy they just apprehended hurt some mutant children, and she bit harder than she intended to. The asshole would live, he wasn't bleeding that much, but she still felt a bit of guilt over letting her instincts take over so much.

[eclipsecrowned]

what’s one thing the rpc has to realize? // @edgymuses

This is a collaborative hobby.

No shit, I hear you say, we're all here to write as part of a community. And I hear you. Then I look at the changes the community has undergone in about the last 4 years, and I really wonder if some people grasp that.

This is a collaborative hobby. You are being invited into someone else's creative endeavors to work together and make something that is, hopefully, fun and rewarding for both parties. Roleplay is a partnership among followers, however few or many. It's about approaching another person and communicating, plotting, sharing a little of your free time.

And that's the thing.

Of late I see a lot of people who don't have the patience for partners, the simple ability to understand that other people have different lives and free time. People who are frankly rude about other people having lives outside of the hobby. If others want to run this like a job, that's fine, but I have lost several writing partnerships because people preferred to berate me for not being 'on their level' rather than try and problem solve what wasn't clicking. The expectation that I existed simply to write with them, should prioritize them, and not take into account what I might have going on IRL or how my muse might be low. Because why would they? It's their hobby, and I should have been on their time table.

It's an entitlement I've been made more and more aware of -- and it does become entitlement when the onus is always on one person to interact, as if there isn't a two way street in terms of communication. If something is bothering you, and you do not communicate that to me, I cannot fix it. I've just noticed a lot of courtesies being dropped to the point a lot of people even my age treat this hobby as some end all be all with esoteric rules and timetables that no one can realistically live up to 24/7. Shit happens. IRL takes precedence. Your mutuals are not mind readers.

I also feel like more recently, there's been a lot of... How do I phrase this without sounding weird. It's existed before then but I feel like it's had a huge resurgence and treated as almost acceptable now where in the past people would rightfully call it out. You're writing with another person in this hobby. Your partners responses are not a word doc you can edit and shape to your specifications. The thread is not an AI chatbot that just shoots out whatever you want to service your muse. The other person has a story to tell as well, and sometimes it won't be a perfect 1:1 of your own desires.

I always thought that was part of the beauty of the RPC. You get pushed into ideas and concepts you never would have thought of on your own. You grow as you go by examining things from a different perspective or storyline than what you anticipated. But recently that seems to have become somehow offensive to a number of players. I have had a few too many broken mutuals recently who have reached across the playmat and snatched my barbie out of my hand to 'correct' their behavior or gotten genuinely heated that I'm not developing things on the railroad track they've been building in their head -- in unplotted threads of all things.

Like by all means say if a thread is not working, but I've seen way too many friends and mutuals dealing with people who treat this like a fic they're authoring solo and we're just the NPCs written to serve it. Not being treated as equals. Just content generators for them to then twist around to best serve them instead of a shared storyline. It's weird and I don't like it. I think it ties back to a maxim I have that no community or server can have a main character, it will kill a group faster than anything. If everyone sees their muse as a main character who is unequivocally more 'worthy' next to everyone else in the comm rather than a tool of the narrative then nothing gets done for mun egos getting in the way. Your muse is special to you -- just like your partner's muse is special to them.

Likewise, there's a dozen different things I could get into -- from the weird dual-sided purity politics a lot of people take in that their comfort level is everyone else's problem so their approval or dislike of a subject or fandom is now a moral judgment on everyone who disagrees, to a budding over-reliance on fandom tropes/characterization that treats any attempt to branch out into something different or adhere to canon as inherently inferior. It's just a lot of weird insular self-centeredness I see cropping up in the community more and more that has really changed the landscape of the hobby in certain fandoms.

There's just. I honestly feel like fandom is in a weird place where there's a lot of people that would be infinitely happier writing fic on their own time at their own comfort level instead of demanding absolute obedience and adherence to their ideas and timetables from a community.

[hubrisdescent]

❦ (June and Bruce are such kindred spirits but love to ship with your other muses too 🫶🏼😌)

I know you haven't really had the chance to write June and Bruce, but they absolutely match each other's freak right down to color schemes. I like your idea of Bruce having had a stint of time on The Suicide Squad, so maybe that's how they met?

As for potentially shipping our other muses, I'm very interested in that 👀

Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses. / Accepting!

[unbrydledfury]

sender rolls their eyes at receiver . (from lei lol)

send these

    "FURY!"

    Wulong is prepared for any reaction out of the cyborg, but an instant's shock that fades into dull surprise just as quickly still gives him pause. Where's the anger, the bloodlust? Did he spend it all already on the city that burns around them?

    "Coming back from the dead was cool when I did it," Bryan grumbles, walking beneath the smouldering awning of what once had been a hotel, "Everyone else are low-life poseurs. Tell me -- how did you goose-step yourself out of a collapsed building?"

    In spite of it all, Lei can't help but roll his eyes. "Crane stance. And I--"

    Fury pries a steel column out of the awning and launches it at Lei with missile speed. Wulong dives out of the way, pivots on his knees with fists poised to strike. 

    Business as usual.

[icecoldwilliams]

i thought you told me everything. (from lei yeah he's hurt lol)

𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓 & 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 | ( 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ) | ✲・*:･ﾟ

Impressive. Crossed arms, cocked head. After hours of penetrative silence on her end, the bumbling detective's words finally managed to etch a trace of confusion and spurious curiosity atop the otherwise apathetic ice.

❝Are you assuming I haven't...?❞

Lei was the one who intercepted her much needed vacation, he was the one who strapped the gaudy silver bracelet to her wrist. She was the one sitting here quietly with her legs crossed, letting him run his annoying little monologue through her ears. Trailing her attention off to dismal interrogation fit décor, before targeting far more beautiful violet painted nails.

❝Detective Wulong, let me remind you, biased judgement like that is terrible for any case..❞ And with her affiliations, a high profile one was bound. The headlines practically printed themselves: "Mishima Zaibatsu and G-Corporations De-Facto Leader, Free on Cops Poor Judgement."

If it weren't for her preference for shadows over limelight, the thought may have even pulled on the cold woman's lips.

But for now, it would just be another arm in her arsenal, like the one left free.

❝I'd watch what you say, if I were you.❞

| @edgymuses | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

[blizzardrush]

∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork . (from lei lets see where this goes 🍵)

send these

    "So...hamster, huh?"

    There is only one reason Dragunov finds himself sitting next to Lei Wulong: the meal is free. He'd mentally prepared himself, as usual, before needing to be social with other fighters beyond punching faces. Dim sum was entirely new to him. There was even a chance it'd be pleasant.

    But then the cop dropped into the adjacent chair, and three words later, Sergei's mood plummeted too.

    "I'll be honest. I didn't expect you to be an adventurous eater," Wulong says, wiping his hands on a napkin. To Dragunov's distaste, he leaves gray stains on the fabric. "I dunno, just didn't strike me as the type. You're in the right place though! There's a delicacy on every street corner. Just have to be willing to try. Ooh, hey!" 

    Lei flags down a waitress, who deposits a plate on the table. Sergei doesn't recognize its contents immediately. A root vegetable, covered in sticky sauce? It isn't until Wulong plucks one in his chopsticks does he realize they are--

    "Chicken feet!" Grinning, Lei holds it out toes-first to Dragunov. "C'mon, it's good! Give it a--"

    Sergei bites it clean out of Lei's grip, chews it briefly, then spits it on his own plate. The surprise on the cop's face is almost enough to make him feel better. 

    Almost.

[incubabe]

“In the movie or in real?” She flicks up Cassie’s shirt to make a show of tutting at the choice in pants, then takes the hand. (Not that her Super Paper Mario branded sleep pants and COUP CREW 2K FUN RUN tee shirt (a game she found middling and an event she’s never run) are any better.

As far as precautions are concerned? She’s made certain to feed beforehand. Her knowledge of the whole slasher thing's limited, but she'd figured not playing to trope would prove to be helpful. So no giggly amorous sex for one. (Shame.) The hellspawn had also thus far quashed (at the least) three on-theme quips so far about not even believing in this guy and wondering what he could possibly do to a monster hunter and her pal.

"This already sucks." That's her proclamation after five minutes spent respectfully watching, phone burning in her pocket, begging for freedom. She doesn't really smoke, but she might need a quick hit to take the edge off James Nyugen's seminal film. "I see no sick birds. I see no shock, no terror! This is some Surf Dracula shit."

༶ ﾟ🥀 ┄─ how long has it been since cassie had a sleepover? the last time she can recall was before her mom became the slasher known as the lunch lady. those were innocent times, just being an average teenager going through high school. even if the kids there sucked and sitting in classes were a snooze fest. no killing, or constantly driving place to place just for a job. just being normal and having a permit place to settle down. but, if that direction did happen in her life; she wouldn’t have met the big guy.

vlad and cassie were glued together, hip to hip. inseparable like two peas in a pod. which was a shame he didn’t come along this time. vlad mentioned needing to go off somewhere like a little vacation. hopefully not to ohio. this did make cassie a bit worried. could he be doing a case without her? did vlad get himself in a shitty situation? or something else? maybe she’s overthinking. it’s a mystery that had to be put on hold for now as the aroma of sweets filled the house; a great wake up call to reality. inhaling all the sugary sweets, cassie hums in glee finding the dvd case for birdemic.

❛❛ right, birdemic it is. looks trashy. probably be great to watch while rolling some joints. ❜❜ chuckling at this remark she strolls to the tv, placing the handful of different film media on its stand; while the other hand pops the disk into the dvd player. cassie was happy to have riley by her side it than doing this alone and being bored out of her mind. she couldn’t help but reminisce on how the two met. cassie almost killing riley because of a misunderstanding. ha! good times.

flopping on the couch between the bowl of colorful jimmies (which almost fell but with quick reflexes, she grabs it on time) and riley. the air from the momentum of sitting caused her oversized black band tee to lift peaking bright pink hello kitty pajama shorts. cassie with her usual smudged eyeliner glances at the other and playfully outstretches a hand, ❛❛ if shit hits the fan your promise to hold my hand then? ❜❜

so far similarly to the first night of staying the house, nothing out of the ordinary happened. it was quite. too quiet. for now.

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

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@aranaboricua

Pokemon

Fascination

Shy

@argentarrogance

Fathers Day

Pat head

@bennetduparis

wounds

@biitchcakes

something to say

@bothsidesofaquestion

Here

Words

@defectivexfragmented

Castle Conspiracy -- Continuation

Avengers Tower

Judge Jury Executioner

@defyxoblivion

Scars

Giving up

Plans

Do right

Evil Empress Inquiries

@down-home-charm

Art of Savage Lands

Unhinged

Dreamverse

Kiss to not say out loud

Lap

On my knees

Kiss me again

@dusktrip-archive1

Modesty

Owe Me

@echoylir

Wow

no giant mutant killing robots

@edgymuses

Children afraid of the dark

@emmatriarchy

Bullying Remy (Gambit)

Hope (Hope)

Alone (Bishop)

Handle Alone (Emma)

Talk (Polaris)

Unexpected (Rogue)

Returning Death (Rogue)

Terra X (Lorna)

What have you done? (Emma)

Do not bleed on the carpet. (Rahne)

@enrogued

Rain

Shepherd

Stars

Empty Heart

@esinisex

Help

With everything I was

Damn this town

@extraordinarygrrls

Crime Mystery

@feralweapon

Big Mistake

Dead Fool

@fifthimpact

Turning monster

@fvzzyelf

Heresy

@gutrage

Truth

@hellsputina

Swords

@heroesoath

Intimidating as a butterfly

@hexsreality

Can you read me a story?

Here is a plea from my heart to you.

Flower

Am I a monster or a person?

I accept your apology

Nightmares and heavy bones - Continuation

Do you want a Hug? - Continuation

The darkness does not bargain

What are you doing in the middle of the night?

Taking you out for your birthday

Tweet

See What Lies Beyond - Chthon

Compassion is the Downfall

The Living Battery

They want to take you down

Lift up

Take me through darkness

Not this time

@hubrisdescent

When I was a boy

@inmutant

What if it is pointless?

Call me Grandfather

Birthday

@iobartach

Easy

Easy Continuation

Beg

All the answers I wanna know

Walk a different path

Love Family

Friend or Foe

@iwasagod

Riddled Alliance

Human Condition

[hexsreality]

📜 for jimmy or lorna (or both lol)

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda : So what’s for dinner?

Jimmy, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

Wanda: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume? Jimmy: *chugs entire bottle* Jimmy: It’s perfume.

Wanda : I made tea.

Lorna : I don’t want tea.

Wanda : I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Lorna : Then why are you telling me?

Wanda : It is a conversation starter.

Lorna : That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Wanda : Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Wanda : How petty can you get?

Lorna : I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

[emeraldbuilt]

Sent: @edgymuses Prompt: we can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning… i'm making waffles! (from lorna!)

“ Heh - you have some manly stories to swap? More excited about those than I am about the waffles. ”

[emmatriarchy]

“ why the fuck is there blood on the carpet? ” (from illyana to rahne, a very illyana reaction to blood lol)

Meme

Rahne barely looked up from the book she was reading, unbothered. "Burglars," she explained, shrugging lightly. Living in the mainland had its challenges, didn't it? "They tripped over themselves and hurt themselves when I showed them my lupine form. They proceeded to run away."

[edgymuses-a]

this blog is now achieved and will be moved here:

@edgymuses

[shrapnelphantom]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

Name: Jess. Nickname: Jees, Sunny, Beech, Juice Mun FC: I don't currently have one, but I used to use Pearl from Steven Universe because I too am a chaotic loyal lesbian. Height: 5′7" Relationship status: Single af. Birthday: September 23rd. Favourite colour: Blue. Favourite singer/band: Too many to name, but Missy Elliot and Kylie Minogue have been consistent old favs. I've also gotten mildly into KPOP and my favs are TWICE, MAMAMOO, and Dreamcatcher. Last song listened: Modjo - Lady (Hear Me Tonight) Last movie watched: Uhhhh.. I don't watch movies these days. :') Favourite book: Misery by Stephen King. Last book read: One of the A Song of Fire and Ice books, it's been ages tho. Either that or 50 Shades of Grey. Currently reading: Nothing at the moment, I take recommendations though. # of pets: I own a cat named Morrigan. I have roommates who have two more cats named Goose and Beerus and I adore them. Best school subject: French and Gym are tied. Mac or PC?: PC, nothing against Mac. Cell phone type: Samsung. Current shirt colour: Black with a rainbow. Gamer?: So many games being played rn. Day or night?: Early morning. Summer or winter?: Neither, I prefer autumn. Most-visited website?: Uhhh.. Tumblr and YouTube I guess. Celebrity crushes: Natalie Portman, Charlize Theron, Claudia Doumit, Megan Thee Stallion, Rico Nasty, Elvira, Sigourney Weaver, Gillian Anderson. Honestly so many.

tagged by: @edgymuses ty <3

tagging: you, the viewer.