#THE OG MUSE IS BACK

[quietresistance]

# Qᴜɪᴇᴛʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ : an independent + private portrayal of 𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂 , an original journalist character inspired by female war correspondents across history. multiverse + multifandom. written by 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈 ⁽ ²⁵⁺ ᶜˢᵗ ˢʰᵉ / ʰᵉʳ ⁾. established ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ[ 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ] [ 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 ] [ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 ] [ 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻 ]

ㅤㅤa study in . . . ─── military legacies , quiet determination , breaking barriers , keeping a cool head under fire , picking up the shattered pieces of oneself , true courtesy , dignity in femininity , + depending on faith.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟷 ] welcome! this roleplaying blog is inspired by the courage and ingenuity of contemporary and historical female war correspondents and investigative journalists who reported on some of the most shattering news of their generations. darker themes will be present on this blog, including war, violence, blood, criminal activity, and more. common, including nsfw content, and mutuals' triggers are tagged with 'trigger tw', and i don't have triggers.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟸 ] this is a mutuals only roleplaying blog which means i will only interact in character with blogs i follow in return. if you are a non-roleplaying blog, please don't reblog my original content or those of fellow roleplaying blogs. however, anyone is welcome to message me or send me questions.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟹 ] i know a wide range of fandoms and, unsurprisingly, time periods, so i'm always willing to write in your muse's world or an au, whether or not you see it in my verses. obviously, oc are loved here! while i like unplotted starters and asks and welcome off the cuff interactions, deep and continuous plotting is my deepest joy. activity here may be sporadic as i have work, other blogs, and unfortunately, chronic illness, but unless i say otherwise, i'll always return, and i always reply to what i have when i do. feel free to ask for my discord if we're mutuals. i place most ic content in the queue.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟺 ] i love romantic shipping, and always welcome asking, but it all depends on chemistry. however, if you think they have chemistry, i probably do too and am too shy to ask. platonic relationships are just as, if not more so, important to me and katherine's story. enemies and friends are all welcome!

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟻 ] i am almost entirely anti-callout, the exception being substantiated evidence of criminal behavior (including harassment). i will not reblog them nor do i want to see them frequently on the dash. however, please tell me if someone has treated you badly in private. i do not abide bullies.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟼 ] i don't practice mains or exclusives due to being burned too many times, but i do have affiliates for friends i've built a lot with. i highly recommend you follow them!

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟽 ] i've created all the graphics, psds, headcanons, and icons unless stated otherwise in the post, it's reblogged, or it's listed below. please do not steal, but i'm usually happy to share if asked!

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟾 ] finally, hi, hej, i'm kitty! glad to have you! i'm a historian and historical seamstress/tailor living in the united states, but i grew up internationally. you might catch a glimpse of my work in ooc posts here and there. if you or anyone else you know on this site are having a bad day, know at any time you can send in 'positivity please' anon or not (just make sure to include the url), i'll pull together some kind words to try to brighten that day.

[note-boom]

Something about bsd abilities and trauma and also literature as escapism to face reality better. Something about Atsushi's fantasy being all about strength and self healing and a rampaging "beast beneath the moonlight" when reality forces him to rely on others to heal and emphasizes his empathy and "weakness." Something about Dazai's escapist fantasy and character trope as something "no longer human" when he actually is very much human. Something about Yosano's fantasy being a world where "thou shalt not die" when reality keeps making her face death. Something about Kunikida's desires to be a "lone poet" against the world with just him and his ideals realised when reality is full of people he can't abandon. Or Kenji escaping into a world where he is "undefeated by the rain" and putting his entire soul into living that dream out. Or Akutagawa being (philosophically) consumed by his "rashoumon" when reality shows he doesn't always have to devour and overtake....

[thiinka]

Just saw Look Back in the theater. It's a perfect manga to film adaptation: integrity to both mediums, an actual reason to be adapted, and intentional and loving filmmaking as a celebration of human collaboration are all here. The music, voice acting, visual composition, backgrounds, and animation are amazing.

Even if you've already read the original, please, if you can, go see this. It's incredible.

[nghtmarish]

okay but what if i add harley quinn but set in a boys verse? and by what if, i mean i totally am.

[theha1r]

not it just NOW HITTING ME - that steve has two children named charlie ... in two separate universes, two different genders - but it just now hit me -

[marathedemonoverlord]

You know I'm sad about Nightbringer but you know what else I'm sad about?

I have big comics in mind I want to do so which but I don't know which to do or if I should even try to do them given time now. Here they're:

1. My MC's adventure through OM - It'll be Season 1's Adventure and just doing it with Mara even though OG is being discarded (My MC actually has other things going on aside from the main OG story so it's touching on that to flesh her out)

2. Reverse Nightbringer - Idea I'm tinkering with ( Feel free if you're a fanfic author to use it just tag me cause I wanna read it ) but I imagine something happened in MC's past to make them so blasé about demons so the brothers go back in time to when MC is a kid - teenager to figure out what it is and save MC from an event that makes them so uncaring about their safety now they literally have to blend in to the human world and adapt to it to find younger MC and figure out what happened ( For my MC Mara it'll go over her trauma and distaste for Demons and figuring out who made her so Aloof to them )

3. A big comic following My MC's adventure in Nightbringer's story. Just yknow her reaction to stuff now idk.

Also if you have any other thoughts let me know I just want to figure out which big comic I should work on since I'm feeling down and lost about how to get my drawing spark back.

[nvrcmplt]

The Original Doll -- Caretaker Series ICARUS.

A species of a man-made greed, lust and wrath. Frederick created something he shouldn't have, but it didn't stop his desires of science from reaching its pinnacle. Those with the darkest secrets, the vilest of taboos - fed his research, gave him endless credits and money to pursue his curiosities of the human body, the power of science and overall, depravity. It probably doesn't sound like such a vile thing to get a Doll for care taking - however it wasn't just a butler made of synthetic materials and data in its smooth brain. It was a creation of monsters without ethics. A being born into this world under microscopes and in tubes filled with concoctions that would rattle the world.

But - the mattered not. It wasn't like it was human.

It wasn't a real child. It wasn't a real teenager. It wasn't a real adult. It was a thing.

And nothing but a thing to be used, abused and exploited to their owner's consent.

After all, when one has a dirty secret, keeping it locked behind closed doors is the best method of keeping the pupil away from it. Crime rates in the streets lowered by 80% Crime rates in general lowered by 40%

He was named ICARUS. A warning for the Scientists under Frederick's order to never get too close to the sun. Icarus remembers little and vague pieces of his life the moment his brainstem was placed into his body - he remembers the warmth of a bosom and the blinding lights of a sterile room. He never remembers anything else after closing his eyes. Another time was when he was standing on his own two feet, and said feet as impaled with pins and needles scattered on the floor. He doesn't remember much else besides staring into a pool of his own neon blue blood. It was pretty. Dreams like this happened over and over, memories of a fragmented growth period, but it never really stuck out to him as memories. More like vague dreams that he occasionally thinks back on when a moments silence allows him such.

The only memory he holds onto though, was meeting her, for the first time. She, like him - wasn't a human. They could tell each other apart easily… It was a strange existence, and they befriended each other very quickly. Hand in hand, much to the humans dislike, but it was research nonetheless. Even the banter Icarus learned, the conversational elements of his life, the violence of throwing punches and tackling bigger beings to the ground after classes. It was always a vivid memory with her, for her.

Then she fell ill, collapsing and clutching at her broken heart. Defective. Useless. A waste of time. A failure.

He never liked those words for Her, she never gave up and in turn - the time and love he held for her like he's read so many times in a book, he stood and turned to his caretakers, offering his heart as a replacement. He was big and strong, his pumped heavily and without pain. Unbroken and with their growing smiles, they allowed him to rest besides her in those sterile rooms, to have his heart removed and replaced with her defected one. Broken it was, but his body monitoring kept it alive. It was mended and fixed - a healthy heart but still too large for his body. After all, he hadn't grown as fast as she did, if anything - he never did grow.

Another blankness in his memory --- the last time he remembers a vivid memory of his life.

He grew to her age now, his body stiff and new, but her heart beats with every breath with him and for him. He holds a piece of her that can never be given to anyone else. For her, with her, laid his own.

Though he was sold and used, thrown aside and returned for years on end. She was always there to pick him back up, to mend his skin and tears, to break his bones for that fix of pleasure - to mend him back to new when it was time for another owner for his throat. The last memory he held after that night was whispering a goodbye - watching her leave with another group and within the year, he was granted his wish of being decommissioned.

So he slept.

In that time, he did not know his fellow Dolls grew vast and strong, devouring their masters and slaughtering their abusers. He did not know his creator was slaughtered by the devoted lunatic Yomi - a doll of his own series and self but with a mind ten times more demented after the loss of his One and Only Master.

He did not know Yomi, in his obsession took over Frederick's company - made it crash and burn once, but picked it right back up. Making it better, faster, newer and five times more successful. Frederick was never known for his connections on his own terms, always a recommended dirty secret - but Yomi didn't allow that to stay.

That reputation was ruined, his creator's name smeared into the dirt like trod on dog shit. Yomi, fought for them - in his own insanity to remake his Human as one of their own, but it was never possible. After all, he was a perfectionist, nothing would ever be as clean and beautiful as his memories.

So, that when in the depression of never being able to make his one and only return to him, he sent out a message. And in return, Sailor was once more on his doorstep. Then in their hands, did they hold the brain of one of their closet and oldest friends. . .

ICARUS 2.0.

Reborn, remade, recalibrated and rejoiced --- floating in a sea of bath bomb glitter, chemicals and fluids that would render any creature to death from suffocation, only filled his chosen organs. A heart held in its highest order, Sailor's old heart. His skin blended in their choices, his eyes and teeth - his tongue, nails and toes. Every part of him was refurbished. Every hour, every month, every year that passed - did they take their time for Icarus to be remade.

So, when his eyes opened for the first time since three years ago - - - Icarus, could only add to his memories - the face of his Sailor and newest family member, Yomi.

Now it was time to try and be a Doll once again.

[apollos-boyfriend]

The only piece of Neon Genesis media I've ever seen is the meme video of Asuka giving a tutorial on how to cook meth but this little fucker is adorable I'm pirating this movie immediately.

watch the series first watch the series first-

i have not watched the end of evangelion in a While but it probably will not make as much sense without the series. and that is saying something bc end of evangelion doesn’t make a lot of sense in the first place

[spiderwarden]

not me thinking of a baby Minthara being introduced to Yvonnel for the first time.

[chmerical-a]

i'm reviving christine ziggy berman & adding her here bc i mISS HER OKAY

[universestreasures]

@enterpainment (Yuto)

Shun's distance had taken its toll on Ruri. It was evident to everyone who interacted with her these days, even if she did her best to try and hide it. There was nothing wrong with her brother needing space or his alone time. Everyone needed that, but...it was like Shun was avoiding her, avoiding for her reasons she doesn't fully understand.

Being a soldier and a brother...was that really so impossible? Everyone she's met here seems to be capable of having their professional self and their personal self. She's seen that with how Lady Crescent's demeanor shifts when she's alone with the young girl verses when she's working. So, such a thing is possible for the people here...except for Shun apparently.

And it's that very thing Ruri thinks is the root of her and her brother's problems. She's been trying to reach out to him as a family member, not like the heiress she never asked to be, and yet...he keeps pushing her away, acting cold to her like she was just any other person. The number of times his words have replayed in her mind over the past few days has been astronomical, especially when she's seen glances of him in the many hallways of the palace.

Things have reached a point where she doesn't know what else to do. Ruri has, in her mind, done everything she could think to do in a situation like this. That's why she needed to start turning to other's for help, and the very person who was filling in her brother's shoes was a good place to start.

"Please, wait."

She was about to say her goodnights to him for the evening before he moved to stand guard outside her door when she slowly reaches for his hands. Her soft touch is done intentionally as to not startle him or make him uncomfortable. It was just the best way to make sure he wouldn't go anywhere until she says what she needs to.

"Yuto...You're a soldier, trained in the military, just like my brother. That means that you...have a job to look after me and fight for this place. I know that and understand that, but...you and I..."

She gently moves both arms up until the interlocking hands are near their chest areas. Ruri stared right into those soft grey hues of his with a look that spoke volumes for the desperation she was feeling. Her heart was racing not for the contact with the rather handsome and kind young man, but rather for the fear of what he might say.

"We're also friends...yes? You're a soldier tasked to protect me...but you're also my friend. At least...that's how I view our relationship."

~

[yumenosakiacademy]

v much a pain trying 2 go thru LL blogs tht dont separate the series in2 diff tags. or they do but they also hav the general LL tag n thus the 1st season technically doesnt hav 1 bc it gets lumped in w all the other girls from every series.

[heroicmultiverse]

//Definitely wanna use my girl, so if anybody wants to interact with a human-turned-mutant lizard, please let me know.

[vonbirden]

It's been a long time since something had me genuinely stressed then watching the Dark Tournament arc for the first time. Keiko's monologue near the end sums it up so much, like what are they (young kids) doing here, let's go home - as she's watching her childhood best friend (WHO ALREADY DIED ONCE) get slaughtered in the ring in a tournament of demons. The way I appreciate the 'normal human / non fighter' characters who actually have sense and react like a normal child about horrible things. You forget how young yusuke and kuwabara are, and even with kurama and hiei being demons it's still hard to watch - especially kurama jesus christ the way he is always covered in his own blood by the end of the matches. Hiei is the only one kinda vibing, in his element, feral gremlin.

[star-of-wishes]

The girl I have been in love with for 4 years has a girlfriend. But that's ok. I am not worthless. I will find love one day. I will keep loving myself until I have to marry someone, and then continue to put myself first. Others finding love early is not a sign of failure on my side. I just need to keep waiting. I will have to get married anyway to make my parents happy even though I won't actually be attracted to him. But that's fine, I will still learn to be happy with what I get.

Not everyone has a "puppy love", high school romance or college relationship. The movies show unrealistic standards of what young love should be. But I must not get brainwashed into thinking that's the only way. If I have to get married to someone I don't like, who am I to complain? I just need to suck it up and not whine. Making my parents happy is more important than my needs. They raised me after all so it makes sense that I just trust them and tolerate whoever I'm supposed to be with. Their decisions, plans and visions for me are more important and take much higher priority. If I just stick to whatever my parents decide things might be better. Whatever happens, I just need to be happy with myself.

Young love is overrated anyway. There's a lot of immaturity, cheating, emotional distress and confusion involved. Not experiencing things for the first time till 30 or even later is not a bad thing. My first time will also be my last time and only time, with no obligation to explore my wants and needs, how fun!!!!! In fact, not having that experience at all is also fine. Not everyone is attractive, that is normal

Romance isn't everything. Friendship, trust and love are not real. Relationships are much too high maintenance. Sex is gross, scary and has countless health risks.

In the end, we are all born alone and we die alone. We must all look out for ourselves because we are the only ones loyal to ourselves; it's impossible to cheat on yourself. Why bother feeling sad and lonely when that's what we'll all be once our time on earth is up?

In conclusion, being satisfied with whatever life throws at me is key to not feeling depressed, unaccomplished and/or miserable. I must simply watch everyone live their best lives, smile and applaud, and keep moving. Keep calm and carry on ✨