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spacepiratenemo · 2 years ago

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Main - OC #FashionSheet

👾 Moonrock, Baby! - R e f. S h e e t

👽I always see people designing an outfit for each ark, I designed outfits for every occasion. Afterall, I don’t think anyone should be restricted to only one outfit per island visited! Nemo’s wardrobe is HUGE! In fact, it is that mindboggingly huge that its mass turned into a singularity! There are some things that girl is hoarding, namely: Fashion, Guns, Tech and Coconuts!

☠ There's 102 versions of Nemo’s favourite matching set #1 ; (fluffy one with the cloud pattern) and don’t ya dare to match one of those skirts with something else! BEN knows! LOL It’s Boss is strict when it comes to her style! Papa Zekka taught her that!

💫 Always remember slogan number 17; "Jackpot Couture is lit!"

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#jackpotspacepiratecrew rules include memetic bragging-rights, parental advisory explıcıt content, you have been warned 101 : “Gotta have style if you wanna be cool!” (Yes, it’s a bullshit rule, don’t take it too seriously!)

🐭 Nemo is a #nerd ; a #geek and a #fashionista at the same time ! And to make it even better, details, accessoires and so on, are interchangeable! I never need to stick to one design and I can get mega creative, which I find super enjoyable :3 And since it's impossible to draw the whole wardrobe, it's impossible which fashionable treasures can be found! 😂 We all love to mix and match, so why not give an #OC the option to do so, too?! And yes, 30 pairs of shoes ain't enough! 😂💯

Which one’s are yer favourites? Do you like her Pj’s ? What about her wedding dress? 🌙 I love her space-party dress, her number 1 fave and her #spacepirate#captn couture! 🌎

🌟 That being said, these sheets also serve as official references!

"Where the hell did you get such a bratty attitude from?!", Marco asked, wiping away the green slime Nemo bombarded him with. "Oh, that's easy to answer, birdbrain! Let me tell you the absolutely mindboggling, legendarily famous story of - ", Nemo started, getting interrupted by Whitebeard, finishing the sentence for her. " - the idiot that raised her!"

"I AM NOT A F*CKING MOUSE!", Nemo yelled from the top of her lungs, trying to make her big brother shut the f*ck up!

"But you are as small, dainty as and as cute as one!", Alliqui laughed, poking his sister's cheek, ruffling her hair, taking her into a Half-Nelson before putting a booger into her hair.

"I SWEAR I'M GOING TO -", Nemo struggled, aggressively trying to get out of the grip.

"You what? MOUSE?!"

The run of the gun suddenly met the temple of her brothers face, a clacking sound occured and the trigger was pulled swiftly. Alliqui bashed into a nearby hill at full speed and full force, immediately being knocked out. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE F*CK UP YOU DAMN STUPID BASTARD! CALL ME A MOUSE ONE MORE TIME AND I'M GONNA SHOOT YOUR SORRY ASS INTO THE NEXT BLACK HOLE, YOU F*CKING DEGENERATED MOONDUST-SNIFFLER!"

.... Siblings in a Nutshell, eh?!

Alliqui is Nemo's big brother. ( Alliqui/Aliquis - Lat.: Person of Importance, a Somebody!)

Nemo, my main-muse and tearsure <;3 (Nemo - Lat.: No One, No Man, Nothing)

Nemo's Snail-Phone (Scientific Study #173 *cough* beloved pet *cough*)🤍👽🪐🌙🌟

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𝙂𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙈

👾Nemo in a Nusthell is this bunny:

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deerydear · 11 months ago

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Idle musings of a sour note:

Tumblr has a strange culture. I've enjoyed a lot of stories in my time... Yet, to come onto tumblr and find other people discussing them.... disgusting them...

"Other people", of course. I could play some grim, ugly refrain, giving names to this-and-that...

"I name you... ugly-monkey-butt! ......and I name you.... Poopoo Papa!"

lol.

So, "fandoms" (fan-kingdoms) can build around a story. They may develop their own "fanon" (fan-canon; i.e. things that do not actually happen in the story, but which are memetically-propagated within the culture of the fandom.)

So how do these fandoms propagate?

I feel that a big 'factor' is in people who have not actually read the Original story... or perhaps they "found out about the story through the influence of fandom", and so they may have been primed by the fanonical lense applied to it -- to already react to the events in the story a certain way.

This is why I cherish those stories that I read in the times before I founded a blog. I didn't 'instantly-react', I didn't update my blog to say: "HOLY SHIT GUYS! THIS IS CRAZY!"

It was me with my nose in the book, immersed in an intercourse with the characters of the story.

Now, are there interesting stories inspired by other stories? Yes, of course. Many authors have been inspired by art.

There is a difference in ecosystem between a "fan-collective", and a singular fan, and a small group of friends who discuss something together.

I get a very 'oppressive sense' from tumblr, and I always have, since I discovered it. Yet, there is also boundless creativity to be found on the world wide web... so what will I do?

i feel a good balance of nice energy & rude energy cioming through the monitor at me, and i think i will stay online for about 3 more hours. --- wint@dril

fucking lab rats drinking morphine-laced water when they're kept alone, and preferring normal water when they're socially-engaged. (both sets of rats have a choice of drink)

....but can't anything have a 'fanonical lense', so to speak?

Such as... trying to interpret the results of a scientific experiment. Just like what I just said... the way I phrased it. How I related it to my own set of experiences... that's all... so...

human.

I think I have a deep antipathy for ....something. I thought "the human race", but then I recoiled from that. Its more about the 'cultures' of people. Sick, empty, impoverished of meaning. Is this all a result of "the greater system at work"? Don't people have a choice in where their own lives go?

Yes, well, at the same time.... the product ends up very ugly if you try to force people to change.

Even if they acqueisce, agree, follow you enthusiastically... it just is not natural. Believe me, I've tried. I learned my lesson. Even myself: I guillessly followed a few self-assured idiots, and only through realizing that my "new output" had become irredeemably ugly, did I ever put it down. Who cares about heartless, intellectual arguments, in the face of beauty? Beauty is intellect that becomes integrated into the sense world. It's deeper... Simplicity.

In the theoretical realm, I sound really mean. -- like I'm just 'berating fans for no reason'. but if I showed an example.... hm, well what inspired me to write this?

A few people have written offshoot stories where the child B had loved the child A, and mourned their death. This became a popular 'fanon': that idea of a motive for revenge against L.

....but, I find that so.... saccharine.... cloying. Stupid. Perhaps that feeling stems from my own detachment from social bonds, wherefore I........

Well, actually...

My question is:

"Do you think you can replace Madness?"

As I see it, Grief is an exhaustible motive. Eventually you will get sick, and sick of paring yourself down and down to fit into the box of the "Victim", the "Underdog who is supposed to overtake the Suppressor".

what if you were doing things just to see what happened?

what if life was an experiment?

as yelyahnaloj said today, it's good to think of an experiment as telling a story. it cannot be separate from the context within which it took. At least... not without sacrificing data.

So maybe this child was inspired by what he saw going on around in life.

I think that human relations can be much more complex than simply "love" or "hate", or shades in-between. After all, we have Sadism and Masochism, which seem to light up both centers at once.

...feeling for another person can be "layered". Perhaps the ones "on top", (i.e. conscious) are not Falsities.... Are there rules to human cognition? Who is to say I haven't loved someone who I also hated so, so much. I was glad when he died, even though I love him. I still love him. People are more than paper.

Perhaps "fandom" can seem strangely neutered. After all, a blogger may want to "portray a good face". So-called "social-justice culture" is endemic to this website...

Actually, no, I think it's just a welcoming host. From what I heard, SJWism (and the annoying, cloying attitudes) may have originated (in their recent forms)... on the Something Awful webforums.

I think vanity is ugly.

I relate very much to Czesław Miłosz's profile of Beta:

"When I met Beta in 1942, he was twenty years old. He was a lively boy with black, intelligent eyes. The palms of his hands perspired, and there was that exaggerated shyness in his behavior that usually bespeaks immense ambition. Behind his words one felt a mixture of arrogance and humility. In conversation he seemed inwardly convinced of his own superiority; he attacked ferociously yet retreated immediately, bashfully hiding his claws. His ripostes were full of pent-up irony. Probably, though, these characteristics were most pronounced when he spoke with me or with other writers older than he. As a beginning poet, he felt he owed them a certain respect, but actually he believed they were none too deserving of it. He knew better; in him lay the promise of a truly great writer.

In 1942 in Warsaw, we were living without hope, or rather on a hope we knew to be a delusion. The empire which had absorbed our country was so mighty that only an incorrigible optimist could believe in the possibility of a totally vanquished Germany. Nazi plans in regard to our nation were perfectly clear: to exterminate the educated class, to colonize, and to deport a segment of the population to the East.

Beta was one of the young people who started writing during the War, in the language of slaves. He supported himself by various odd jobs. It is hard to define exactly how people earn a living in a city completely outside the law. Usually they took half-fictitious posts in an office or factory that supplied them with a work-card plus the opportunity to operate a black market or to steal, which was not regarded as immoral because it injured the Germans. At the same time, he studied in the underground university and shared the exuberant life of the resistance youth. He went to meetings where he and the other young people drank vodka, argued heatedly about literature and politics, and read illegal publications.

But he smiled scornfully at his comrades; he saw things more clearly than they. He found their patriotic zeal for battle against the Germans a purely irrational reflex. Battle-yes, but in the name of what? None of these young people believed any longer in democracy. Most of the countries of Eastern Europe had been semi-dictatorships before the War; and the parliamentary system seemed to belong to a dead era. There was no question as to how one came into power; whoever wanted to take over authority had only to seize it by force, or else create a "movement" to exert pressure on the government for admittance into a coalition. This was an age of nationalist "movements," and Warsaw youth was still very much under their influence even though, obviously, it had no sympathy for either Hitler or Mussolini. Its reasoning was confused. The Polish nation was oppressed by the Germans; so, one had to fight. When Beta declared that they were merely countering German nationalism with Polish nationalism, his comrades shrugged their shoulders. When he asked what values they wanted to defend or on what principles Europe was to be built in the future, he got no reply.

Here indeed was a well of darkness: no hope of liberation, and no vision of tomorrow. A battle for battle's sake. A return to the pre-war status quo, bad though it had been, was to be the reward for those who might live to see the victory of the Anglo-Saxons. This lack of any sort of vision led him to see the world as a place in which nothing existed outside of naked force. It was a world of decline and fall. And the liberals of the older generation, mouthing nineteenth-century phrases about respect for man-while all about them hundreds of thousands of people were being massacred-were fossil remains.

Beta had no faith, religious or other, and he had the courage to admit it in his poems. He ran off his first volume of verse on a mimeograph machine. No sooner had I received his book and pried apart its sticky pages than I realized that here was a real poet. The reading of his hexameters was not, however, a joyous undertaking. The streets of occupied Warsaw were gloomy. Underground meetings in cold and smoky rooms, when one listened for the sound of Gestapo boots on the stairs, were like grim rituals conducted in catacombs. We were living at the bottom of a huge crater, and the sky far up above was the only element we shared with the other people on the face of the earth. All this was in his verse-grayness, fog, gloom, and death. Still his was not a poetry of grievance but of icy stoicism. The poems of this entire generation lacked faith. Their fundamental motif was a call to arms and a vision of death. Unlike young poets of other epochs, they did not see death as a romantic theme but as a real presence. Almost all these young writers of Warsaw died before the end of the War either at the hands of the Gestapo or in battle. None of them, however, questioned the meaning of sacrifice to the same degree as did he. "There will remain after us only scrap-iron and the hollow, jeering laughter of generations," he wrote in one of his verses.

His poetry had in it none of that affirmation of the world that is present in the sympathy with which the artist portrays, for example, an apple or a tree. What his verse disclosed was a profoundly disturbed equilibrium. One can divine a great deal from a work of art, e.g. that the world of Bach or of Breughel was ordered, arranged hierarchically. Modem art reflects the disequilibrium of modem society in that it so often springs from a blind passion vainly seeking to sate itself in form, color, or sound. An artist can contemplate sensual beauty only when he loves all that surrounds him on earth. But if all he feels is loathing at the discrepancy between what he would wish the world to be and what it is in reality, then he is incapable of standing still and beholding. He is ashamed of reflexes of love; he is condemned to perpetual motion, to a restless sketching of discontinued, broken observations of nature. Like a sleepwalker, he loses his balance as soon as he stops moving. Beta's poems were whirlpools of fog, saved from complete chaos only by the dry rhythm of his hexameters. This character of his poetry must be attributed at least in part to the fact that he belonged to an ill-fated generation in an ill-fated nation, but he had thousands of brothers in all the countries of Europe, all of them passionate and deceived.

Unlike his comrades who acted out of loyalty to their fatherland, on Christian or vague metaphysical grounds, he needed a rational basis for action. When the Gestapo arrested him in 1943, it was rumored in our city that he was taken as the result of an "accident" to one of the left-wing groups. If life in Warsaw was little reminiscent of paradise, then Beta now found himself in the lower circle of hell: the "concentration universe." In what was then the normal order of events, he spent several months in jail before being shipped off to Auschwitz. Incredibly, he managed to survive there for two years. When the Red Army drew near, he and the other prisoners were transported to Dachau, and there they were eventually set free by the Americans. We learned of all this only after the War, when he published a volume of stories recounting his experiences."

[...]

"I have read many books about concentration camps, but not one of them is as terrifying as his stories because he never moralizes, he relates. A special social hierarchy comes into being in a "concentration universe." At the top stand the camp authorities; after them come prisoners trusted by the administration; next come the prisoners clever enough to find means of getting sufficient food to keep up their strength. At the bottom stand the weak and clumsy, who daily tumble lower as their undernourished organisms fail to bear up under the work. In the end they die, either in the gas chamber or from an injection of phenol. Obviously this hierarchy does not include the masses of people killed immediately upon their arrival, i.e. the Jews, except for those who were single and especially fit for work. In his stories, Beta clearly defines his social position. He belonged to the caste of clever and healthy prisoners, and he brags about his cunning and agility. Life in a concentration camp requires constant alertness; every moment can decide one's life or death. In order to react appropriately at all times, one must know where danger lies and how to escape it: sometimes by blind obedience, sometimes by calculated negligence, sometimes by blackmail or bribery.

[...]

"In the abundant literature of atrocity of the twentieth century, one rarely finds an account written from the point of view of an accessory to the crime. Authors are usually ashamed of this role. But collaboration is an empty word as applied to a concentration camp. The machine is impersonal; responsibility shifts from those who carry out orders to those higher, always higher. Beta's stories about the "transport" should, I believe, be included in all anthologies of literature dealing with the lot of man in totalitarian society, if ever such anthologies are compiled."

[...]

"Beta is a nihilist in his stories, but by that I do not mean that he is amoral. On the contrary, his nihilism results from an ethical passion, from disappointed love of the world and of humanity. He wants to go the limit in describing what he saw; he wants to depict with complete accuracy a world in which there is no longer any place for indignation. The human species is naked in his stories, stripped of those tendencies toward good which last only so long as the habit of civilization lasts. But the habit of civilization is fragile; a sudden change in circumstances, and humanity reverts to its primeval savagery. How deluded are those respectable citizens who, striding along the streets of English or American cities, consider themselves men of virtue and goodness! Of course, it is easy to condemn a woman who would abandon her child in order to save her own life. This is a monstrous act. Yet a woman who, while reading on her comfortable sofa, judges her unfortunate sister should pause to consider whether fear would not be stronger than love within her, if she too were faced with horror. Perhaps it would, perhaps not -- who can foretell? But the "concentration universe" also contained many human beings who spurred themselves to the noblest acts, who died to protect others. None of them figure in Beta's stories. His attention is fixed not on man -- man is simply an animal that wants to live -but on "concentration society." Prisoners are ruled by a special ethic: it is permissible to harm others, provided they harm you first. Beyond this unwritten contract, every man saves himself as best he can. We would search in vain for pictures of human solidarity in Beta's book. The truth about his behavior in Auschwitz, according to his fellow-prisoners, is utterly different from what his stories would lead one to suppose; he acted heroically, and was a model of comradeship. But he wants to be tough; and he does not spare himself in his desire to observe soberly and impartially. He is afraid of lies; and it would be a lie to present himself as an observer who judged, when in reality he, though striving to preserve his integrity, felt subjected to all the laws of degradation. As narrator, he endows himself with the qualities which pass as assets in a concentration camp: cleverness and enterprise. Thanks to the element of "class" war between the weak and the strong, wherein he did not deviate from the truth, his stories are extraordinarily brutal."

Here, you can keep reading the rest of his story, including what I left out in the beginning.

I first heard this story being told by another man, through his voice. These were not words on a screen, they had come alive. He was a Polish man. He understood the horror.

"I have no way of knowing the inner-workings of his mind."

I appreciate Mello's honesty.

Yet...

"How deeply do I grasp my own mind?"

....of my own choice?

Is it in Action? Is it in Theory?

Perhaps both, in some ways.

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I'll end with some commentary on the 45th passage of the Tao te Ching.

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eclipsecrowned · 1 year ago

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Off of your latest posts, I'm putting down an uno reverse. Which of your ocs do you most want to ship? // anonymous

Cop out answer: All of them. I love exploring dynamics for all of my muses, but especially for my OCs. It helps bring a bit of legitimacy, for me, to their existence in an extant setting for those who belong to a fandom.

Cringe genuine answer: Below cut.

I fell back into W*steros hard, so I'm kind of champing at the bit to ship my three OCs.

Laerion, from the Dance era, kind of has a ship in an AU on discord, but nothing for his mainverse. And he'd be a great partner, a loving husband, someone who chugs his respect bae juice, who wants to share the whole world and all its wonders and beauty with the one he loves. He's beautiful, he's titled, and he's probably the most normal and fun guy in the entire shitshow of that era.

Mira, who I admittedly need to flesh out as a person before trying to trot her past the dash, but... She's always looking for a connection, even if not romantic. She's learned, affectionate, and excels at courtesies, all of which makes her wife material. But she also has a cold thread of pragmatism that can get her partner pretty far in life and politics. Add in she's a pretender to one of the biggest chunks of the Realm and well.. Whether love matches or political arrangements, I'd love to see what's out there for her.

I don't think I technically want to ship Lya, given her age, so much as I want to flesh out an endgame for her? I want to know what life looks like for her when she's grown. She survives the monsters in her life, she carves out a life for herself, she becomes more than her family. I wonder if that future includes someone who is there for her, and sees her as she is, and loves her for it. If she gets the soft ending and some of the domestic happiness she was denied given what her family is. Does she herself get to make a happy family in the future? It's not like. Her end all be all, but I think it could be a nice dash of flavor for her life after the war.

Other than that, I have a few muses I've never shipped I'd like to play around with:

Kayden Connors, who is always the wingman, never the GF. It's almost memetic at this point on discord. Like, my other six one six OCs? Vera gets with Ax's Eddie as the share GF of his open marriage with, well, you know. Raisa is married with two kids at this point. Kayden's there for so many ships for those around her but never really gets anyone herself. It's not for lack of trying, either. I just think Kayden should get to smooch, be sb's artistic and down to earth Goth GF. She should have someone to bring home to her dad when he finally makes parole :)

Mina Wakefield, who has backstory ships w Harley and potential ships w others, but nothing has sealed the deal! I want to see this woman kissed, whether that means getting back together with someone, finally making a move on someone, or someone surprising her with their interest. She's at a point in her life where she hit all her career and financial goals, and she's ready to settle into the domestic sphere. She wants the romance, the cohabitation, the commitment, and the kids, this woman wants to be a wife/partner and mom so bad omfg.

Merel van Breda, who prior to June actually never had a ship to her name. She is now in a polyamorous dynamic with a villain protagonist from her mainverse and his GF. Even so, I pine to see all the ways my girl can love and be loved. She's so young and deserves to have fun. I get she's ace-spectrum but also she's so into romance, so long as there's a good build-up to it.

Danae Spencer, who honestly is built for pre-established stuff. It doesn't even have to be for sure romantic. She had a bit of a sex-crazed party girl thing going for her in college until she got clean, and even after she's pretty sex-positive and loves it as a form of intimacy even with no strings attached. Besides that, she's loyal, diligent, flush with cash, and has a sexy accent. There would never be a dull moment with her, and time spent in the bedroom would be second to none. Be her ex, her former FWB, her new arm candy, her slow burn turning into something more than friendship or bodies.

Ogawa Yurie, legally barred from catching any feelings. In all honesty, her role at the temple depends on a certain level of devotion that her grandmother thinks will be sullied if she gets distracted by her peers. Grandma said no feelings allowed. I think it'd be cute for her to be involved in a mutual crush plot or something. I want her to have all those cute high school romcom tropes while still being an ass-kicking agent of good. Especially since literally any relationship she gets into will be by definition forbidden by her family.

#out of stories #anonymous

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moss-bride · 2 years ago

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Chapter 4 is out!

Drop him."

Finally the skip turned to her. Similar to the last act of a cornered cat. " I'd quite like a new body." he muses .

He hums and pretends to consider her demand.

"Now, asshole!"

He utters her name. As if to shock her with his knowledge. A parlor trick that would have spooked the average civilian.

She's unresponsive. This team was gathered for their anti-memetic capacity and sent to retrieve manipulative skips yet they lost two members already. Her partner might be the third if she doesn't work fast

"Only me and you now. You're smarter than them, I can tell." Each word drips malice. Drilled into her head to scramble her brains. "That's why you will. Let. Me. Go." Behind her helmet, it feels as if he is peering at her face.

His swirling tendrils that can't reason are reaching out an invisible hand and plunging into pink nerves.

#ao3 fanfic #scp fandom #x reader #scp 035

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abookishdreamer · 2 years ago

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Character Intro: Mneme (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- bambolotta by her mother

Age- 8 (immortal)

Location- Queenstown district, New Olympus

Personality- She's a sweet soft spoken young girl who has a great appreciation for the arts.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of remebrance her powers/abilities include audiokinesis (sings on perfect pitch), enhanced memory, & memetic muscle memory.

Mneme lives with her mom Lyrikós (Titaness of voice & song) and older sister Melete (goddess of thought & meditation) in a penthouse apartment in the Queenstown neighborhood of New Olympus.

Her bedroom has music note wallpaper, a bouncy bed covered in lots of pillows & stuffed animals, and pastel teal carpeting. On her bedside table there's an Imperial Gold music box. She also owns a collection of porcelian dolls as well as glamour dolls.

Mneme has a few small animals as pets including the latest addition- a baby pegasus named Cupcake.

A go-to drink for her is her mom's homemade hot chocolate. She also likes apple juice, limeade, sparkling water, ginger ale, berry mix juice, iced tea, and vanilla cola.

She likes when her mom makes ham & cheese calzones for breakfast along with scrambled eggs. She also likes the Earthly Harvest fruit crystals cereal.

Mneme can play the violin, acoustic guitar, lyre, and piano.

She's currently on break from school. Mneme attends the same esteemed private school in the city as her sister Melete. Her best friends are Physis (goddess of nature) and Aceso (goddess of healing). The three of them always sits together at lunch & hang out with a few schoolmates during recess. Mneme is aware of the other young deities around her age like Hebe (goddess of youth), Xenia (goddess of hospitality), Prophasis (goddess of excuses), Caerus (god of opportunity & luck), and Paidia (goddess of play & amusement). She's nice towards and greets Myrízei (god of smell & gases). Older godly kids in the school in the same grade as her sister include Calleis (goddess of allurement), Eulabeia (goddess of caution), Aidos (goddess of shame, modesty, humility, & respect), and Ersa (goddess of morning dew).

Mneme's favorite classes at school are music & literature.

Her favorite guilty pleasure are mozzarella sticks!

Some of her favorite snacks include assorted gummy bears, marshmallow & white chocolate cups, white cheddar cheese puffs, strawberry licorice twists, cloud cakes, and cinnamon applesauce.

In addition to taking ballet, Mneme is also taking classes to learn how to speak Latin and Minoan. Her tutor is Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language). She's also taking fencing lessons!

When school's back in session, she wants to try out for her grade's musical!

Mneme will have to wait till she's ten years old in order to get her ears pierced.

Aside from her mom and big sister, she also admires & looks up to Euterpe (muse of music & lyric poetry), Thalia (muse of comedy), Polyhymnia (muse of hymns), and Terpischore (muse of dance). She also likes Acesco's mom Epione (goddess of soothing pain); and her vanilla yogurt pops! She also likes her sister's girlfriend Philomena.

Mneme has been baby sat a few times by Morá (goddess of babies & children)- liking when she brings over the "Kid Kits."

Her favorite dessert are the crème brûlée cupcakes from Hollyhock's Bakery.

As a birthday gift her oldest sister Aoide (goddess of voice & song) gave her a popsicle shaped jeweled clutch from Diamond Ave. A few months later for Christmas Mneme got the roller skate clutch! Mnemosyne gifted her a jeweled magpie hair barrette to celebrate her excellent grades on her report card!

Her mom finally gave Mneme permission to invite her best friends over for a slumber party!

In her free time she enjoys listening to music, watching TV, going to the cinema (loves animated movies!), drawing, going to the opera, painting, figure skating, singing, bike riding, going to the park, jump rope, & hanging out with her friends and family.

Mneme's favorite meal is spaghetti bolognese with slices of garlic bread (topped with mozzarella cheese).

"Music is an awesome time machine!"

#my oc #my oc character #my character #oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek goddess #greek goddesses #greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek myths

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dcviated · 24 days ago

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getting chatty :: open

send a symbol to get my muse talking about a facet of their life

@wisdomchosen sent: ❌ Flaws - for wylan!

"Seriously? Kind of a rotten way to play. Who wants to go and confess their weaknesses? Don't you know there's people out there who might take advantage? Though. In fairness, I'd be doing just the same so--" He gestures, playfully, then winces as the memetic nature of the prompt foils his usual misdirection tactics.

"I've got... a real problem going through with opening up to people. Committing to... anything really. Whether that's feeling nailed down to a job, a place, or a person. All that vulnerability has me jumping ship." Expression darkens, lip curls- Wylan can throw as much of a fit as he wants, but he only proves his own point.

"Sometimes I'll start, I'll try... but soon as it feels like there's an opening. Or the other person doesn't care, oh you better believe I find a way to make it into a joke, sike! Just kidding! So anyway... that kinda thing. Surprising how often that works."

Wylan stares forward. Laughs. Folds his arms over his chest even tighter.

"Running away, that too. Eh. But what's it matter anyhow? I work just fine keeping people entertained. I don't need anyone worrying about me. Enough of this, right?"

#wisdomchosen #muse :: wylan #inbox :: answered ic #how about a knock knock joke?#nobody's there--#that's the joke!!!

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starrailedxboys · 6 months ago

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Name: Mikhail Char Legwork Aliases: Misha [Currently goes by] Age: Unknown [Not Applicable] Date of Birth: Unknown Gender: Male

Height: 5'0" [153 cm] Eyes: Purple with pupils in the shape of keyholes Hair: Light blue Sexuality: Homosexual

Species: Memetic Entity.

Occupation: Bellboy at the Reverie Hotel.

Personality and History

A well-behaved young man serving as a hotel bellboy in Penacony, Misha has a great longing for the Nameless and dreams of one day embarking on a journey of his own, becoming an intergalactic adventurer like his grandfather. He is extremely hardworking and is skilled at fixing a variety of machines. He also has a fondness for listening to the interstellar rumors the guests share with him.

Misha is revealed to be a Memetic Entity originating from a fragment of The Watchmaker's memories, manifesting as an innocent reflection of his childhood dreams.

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dreamingclockwork · 8 months ago

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Dreaming Clockwork

Misha from Honkai Star Rail. Darling Muse of Queen (She/Her)

Links: Dossier / Talents / Interview / Affiliation

Portrayal notes below: (Spoilers for trailblaze quest up till 2.2)

Misha is the Memetic entity born from Mikhail's dream bubble, somehow having crossed over into reality. As such, while he's aware of his true nature as a fragment of Mikhail's childhood, he does not know everything Mikhail does, being a separate entity with his own thoughts, feelings and memories.

Related to this, Misha is not the watchmaker, and doesn't consider himself to be him. He is developing his own identity as Misha. For this reason his origin isn't something he likes to bring up, as he wants to grow and be an adventurer of his own merits, rather than being a shadow forever.

Due to having been invisible to the majority of Penacony, he might know some of the people there, but the only people familiar with him should be Gallagher and the people of the Astral Express (with Caelus/Stelle, Himeko and March 7th likely being the only people that knew of his origin) As this involves other muses though, I am 100% open to discuss this matter should this conflict with any of your headcanons.

#(ooc: out of the dream)#pinned post

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nightwing-scp · 10 months ago

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What do they want others to think about themselves?

How does your muse view themselves?

What is their favorite color?

for any/all of the aic graveyard :))

As a collective, there's an obvious answer: to be useful, to be thought of as important enough to someone that they aren't just deactivated without a second thought again. None of them liked that the first time, of course.

None of them really have enough of a sense of self to view themselves that clearly at all, but I'll answer-

Janus: well-meaning, but misunderstood. To be fair, it doesn't blame them- the memetic hazards were it's own fault and it knows that. It doesn't feel "guilty", but it knows it's functioning less than optimally.

Caerus: it can't learn and develop like other AI models usually can, since it's basically less sapient than the other two. That doesn't mean it can't feel, although it does wish it could understand and rationalize things better.

Hermes: the Foundation doesn't deserve its abilities. And the researcher it injured was just a fortunate side effect. It's their own fault if they can't understand it, and it doesn't think its in the wrong for anything it did.

I'm sorry if you were expecting something really deep and meaningful for the colors part but come on it's obvious. Sure, they're factory-assigned "favorite" colors, but still.

Janus, Caerus, Hermes. there you go. (I'll stick to canon on this point only :P)

#the AICs #thanks for the ask 🦟🦟🦟#asks

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falsebooles123 · 11 months ago

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Confessions of a Recovering Genre-phobic 1/27/30

Hey Whores;

Honestly I don't have much to say about this week. Since I write these blogs over the course of the week I kinda forget the things that happen at the beginning and end of it.

I did get my hair dyed so thats what up.

Can't Stop Shan't Stop (2013) - Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer

Genre: Rap Length: 43 Minutes (15 Tracks)

Wanted to start off with an easy peasy album to begin the week.

Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer is a novelty act by Jim Burke, working in the 'Chap-hop' genre. Chap Hop being a form of novelty rap combining traditional hiphop with Rap sung in a Recieved Pronunciation British Accent. What a yank like me would call a Posh accent.

Its a form of Novelty Rap, like nerd rap, but centers around traditional britishness like Teas, Crumpets, Wickets, Cobblestones, and so on.

Its hard a strong opinion on Novelty music like this. It can be enjoyable and as the genre goes Mr. B is platinum but like showtunes at a party at some point you kinda want to stop singing about Yellow Ribbons.

3/5

Public Void (2020) - Penelope Scott

Genre: Pop Length: 26 Minutes (7 Tracks)

Listening to on a whim.

Public Void is the second album by Penelope Scott a bedroom pop artist if any exist.

Released during the pandemic the songs 'Rat', 'Lotta True Crime' 'Cigerette Ahegeo' immediately hit public conscienceness. Theres a lot to love about this album.

The confessional lyrics, the anger and despair, the also memetic style of music production with its references and 'video game noises'.

There is something really lovely about this that I have no choice but to stan.

4/5

Viva La Vida or Death and all his Friends (2008) - Coldplay

Genre: Pop Rock, Art Pop Length: 45:49 (10 Tracks)

Baby we have all heard Viva La Vida.

TBH I've never been the biggest fan of coldplay which yes shoot me dead. I don't think I ever disliked there music, the soft soportific pop rock sung by the sensitive falsetto emo that is Chris Martin. It's is good music and I get why they have there fans. I think maybe for me it was internalized homophobia? There was in my memory a certain stigma against liking Coldplay seeing it as this kind of thing that only faggots and queers listened to. I remember very specifically this early episode of Bones that lays that out which is another entire tagent for how that show handled queerness and gender performance.

I don't have much to say about this album. Its a really beautiful setlist and theres some really beautiful moments on here.

4/5

The Resistance(2009) - Muse

Genre: Prog Rock, Space Rock Length: 54:19 (11 Tracks)

This is the reason why I thought Muse was an 80s band.

The fifth album by English Rock Group Muse, The Resistance is apparently a concept album and definietly a space rock album. Have you ever heard 2112 by Rush? Girl its just like that but with less obvously plot. Either that or I just read the liner notes for that when I read Ready Player One.

This is a fantastic album. Just amazing technical rock music and it even ends with a 13 minute solo number whats not to love.

4/5

The Second Annual Report (1977) - Throbbing Gristle

Genre: Industrial, Noise Length: 39:32 (9 Tracks)

Not sure I mentioned this but one of the resources that I used to pick the albums for this questline was a best albums ever article. pretty sure it was this one.

So Throbbing Gristle is a British Band that was pivotal in the emerging Industrial music scene in the 70s. Industrial Music is exactly what it sounds like. Its a mixture of rock and eletronica that focuses on harsh, noiselike sound. Like the sound of industrial machinery. Theres also a focus lyrical on taboo or messup subjects. You get it. Its the type of shit you would hear at a wearhouse rave.

Theres something very interesting about this album. Its experimental obviously. I'm currently listening to Maggot Death Part 1. And its strongly reminscent of Exquisite Corpse by Baushuas.

Its like dark shoegaze. Where your dealing with these drifting etherial soundscapes, the voices are hazy and distant. and it feels trance like and estoeric. It's really freaking fascinating and I'm not sure if I have better words to describe then that. Also the album ends with a 20 minute track so theres that.

3.5/5

Camp (2011) - Childish Gambino

Genre: Hip Hop Length: 56:06 (13 Tracks)

Ok why have I never heard this album before.

Camp is Childish Gambinos first studio album which I am learning means that it was produced by a music studio hence the name. This is opposed to an independant released album of which he had three? before this. and thats a rock fact.

Theres something really fantastic about this album. In some ways it sounds like the more modern hip hop that I am slowly becoming accustomed to but it other ways it reminds me of the older gangster rap albums. I mean it opens with a lament about his cousin who took to the thug life and how thats made them fall apart. He talks a lot about his success and how he dealth with his differcult upbringing and living in a predominantly white neighborhood affected him.

And in honor of me beuing the whitest person in this room let me casually point out that if you look at the mythic cycle of gangster rap clearly this is some hood shit. This is a rap narrative, this bitch is the og spell it fagggot with three 'G's.

This is fantastic Childish Gambino has murdered this track, served cunt, and watered my crops. What more can I ask for. Also special shoutout closer That Power. Iconic.

4/5

Worldwide Torture (2020) - Jasmin Bean

Genre: Alternative, Rock, Nu-metal Length: 38:41 (11 Tracks)

Damn Bitch you remember that song Hello Kitty that was like sad and shit.

Yeah Bitch thats the one.

So here's the vibe. Do you like BABYMETAL? Do you like Melanie Martinez? Do you like Creepy Cute aestetics and women singing nu metal? Then Congrationlations you caught the vibe on Jasmin Bean.

Apparently her to new album is going to be released at the end of february and it already looks bomb as hell. I had a lot of fun with this but I also am the type of person who was obsessed when I heard hello kitty in the first place. I love a crazy bitch and I just want a bad bitch to cut me. All I'm saying.

4/5

#Music #Diary #Can't stop shan't stop #Public Void #Viva La Vida #The Resistance #The Second Annual Report #Camp #Worldwide Torture

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