#some i left unbolded because i really don't know

[regalentempire-a]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. (c:< he a bad boi.)

How strictly do you follow canon?  — I try at least. X’D

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  An enigmatic individual who has many secrets and knowledge during his times appearing in Runterra. Having a cabal of his own that hides in the shadows of Noxus, taking calculated steps to take what belongs to him. An empire of his own.

(I’m not good with words but here it is...)

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  He lives to do the big suc.....cess. 

Too egotistical for his own good. Always in it for himself.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  Eh. I didn’t know who to choose at first when rping in this fandom. I stuck with this dude since I did a lot of work with him.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  Usually interactions and friends who always kick my ass to rp with them. yeah. my ass gets kicked often. Also I picked him up again after reading the story Daring Darling.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. (at least I think so.)

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO. (I should but sometimes I just don’t know what else to write since I’v written a lot of it a while ago. X’D)

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. (I think about doing some more but eh.)

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. (I was gonna say no but I feel pretty confident. Like why not?)

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. (There is room for improvement but I tend to just write replies in one go with no editing.)

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. (More like sometimes. Not all the time.)

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  — Yes! Constructive criticism that helps me build my muses to become more solid and such. So if it’s behaviours, speech, and whatnot to work on, let me know!

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  — of course! It helps me focus and develop my muse further.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  It’s simply to each their own you know? If they disagree with my hc, no worries. I don’t really disagree with hcs someone has because it is their muse to portray. not mine. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  It wouldn’t really bother me. I’d just let them know that they can unfollow me and stuff. Everyone has their own idea of portrayal soooooooo. There are plenty other muses they can follow that fit their tastes. 

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  — Shrug it off and ignore them. uwu

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  Sure. I don’t mind. I’m not the best writer after all. X’D

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   — I.....think so??? I’m just slow at replying and stuff.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by:  @codename-freya (thank you hun!! <333)

Tagging: @crystxlizxdsxuls @of-broken-wings (rhi) @blessercoeur @ragebred @rayamash @rimedreamt @fxlgurkinesis @visionofnoxus @kumihao @regina-tenebris @starthieve @bigboisett @yohatka and whoever! (wow. i actually tagged a lot of people this time.)

[thenickelportrust]

Half-Sketch Sunday

So! I missed a few Sketch Sundays in the chaos that happened. I wanted to make these up, but doing a few rapid-fire drawings didn't seem good enough and doing a multitude of Sketch Sundays in one week didn't seem feasible.

So I thought it'd be fun to do something like a comic, but as I started experimenting with ideas I ended up with something that was a combination comic and dialogue-based story.

It contains some heavy spoilers for the plot of Model Citizens, which is why it's under the read-more, but I think it's a kind of fun and funky mix of visual and verbal storytelling.

I hope you all enjoy!!

(For clarity, I'm leaving one character's dialogue in bold, and the others unbolded)

"Do you remember when you first became a hero?"

"That's nice, but not what I meant."

 She turns, and looks at me. Her eyes are dark but they catch on the lamplight that illuminates the stone walkways weaving through the city park like veins. A steady stream of people, the greenery's bloodcells, normally flows through here. But so late at night? The park is quiet. The bench we sit on is quiet. 

"What do you mean, then?"

She's never been good with words. Actions, yes. Her actions always make it clear what she thinks and wants. That's part of why I've always enjoyed her company. I don't need words to know what she feels, and she doesn't require me to speak to say what I need. Which is a relief, really. I don't... like talking. Not because I'm not good with words in her way, the blunt way, the way that doesn't stick around long enough to see how deep the lashes her whiplike tongue has left. I've just never... liked talking. I get anxious. I worry my words aren't the right ones. 

"I feel like I never hear you talk about your life before-- what made you want to become a hero anyway?"

 "I... like helping people?"

"Yeah, ok, but there are ways to do that that don't involve life or death scenarios. You could've been a social worker, a therapist, a surgeon--"

"Surgeons can still deal with life or death scenarios"

"You know what I mean."

I crack a smile, and lean forward on my knees with my hands locked between my legs. The night air is cold. It isn't winter-cold yet, so I can't see my breath puff out from my lips and there's no icy tingle at my exposed fingertips. The cold is still gentle enough that it doesn't break through the cotton on my arms. It just presses against me, like a hug.

"... it depends on the type of surgeon, anyway."

Where I lean forward she leans back, receding against the bench. Her leather jacket bunches where her elbows cross. Neither of us are good with words, so sitting and talking like this, even if we know each other so well, is still a little awkward. You'd think after so many years we'd learn how to speak to one another. You'd think I would know what my best friend is asking me. I feel like I should, too... and yet.

"What do you mean, then? Before I became a hero?"

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"I mean before you became a hero! I really don't know how to be clearer than that."

"Okay-- okay! I'm sorry... but, like, what about before?"

"I dunno! God, do I have to spell it out for you? What was your life like? What pushed you to start? What made you come here?"

When we first met I would wince at the harshness of her tone. Now I just laugh in the face of her irritation. Which, granted, doesn't help her look any less irritated. 

"Okay, okay. Nosy... Well, as for what 'pushed me to start'..."

...

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"You ok?"

"Huh?"

"You went silent."

"Oh, did I? I didn't notice."

"... okay. You sure you're okay?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Why?"

"I dunno. Your face just went, like, blank?"

"Well, geez, thanks. I was thinking."

"Yeah, uh, for a concerning amount of time."

"Oh... was I quiet for that long?"

"A bit."

"Oh."

"You're saying that a lot."

"Oh-- uh-- wait."

"Hey. You're not feeling bad, are you? You looked like you were about to collapse for a moment there."

"No, no, I'm fine. Just... blanked for a second. Got hard to think. What was your question?"

"I asked what made you become a hero."

It's like shaking an old television until the static stops. I don't even notice when I start thinking again-- don't notice when I stopped. The only thing I can compare it to is falling asleep, how you don't know you're asleep until you wake up again. Here I am, waking up again in the dead of night. Thinking again. I don't know how to describe it. I'm not good with words.

What made me become a hero?

"Woah!"

"Hey, you ok? You almost fell off the bench there."

"... Erin? Hey, Erin. Look at me."

"Look alive, buddy-- come on,"

"Hey, there you are. You ok?"

"Can you speak? Did you have a fucking-- did you have a stroke or something?"

"Ugh, no, I didn't--"

"There she is. You ok? What the hell happened?"

"Sorry..."

"You're... not looking so good. Come on, I think we need to get you back. Here, just... lean on me, okay? Let's get you back home." 

I'm not sure what to say.  I'm not even really sure what happened. My mind is fuzzy and dulled, like I drank too much-- but I haven't drunk anything. Her hand is solid against the base of my spine, and steadies me as I stand. The more I walk, the more awake I feel, the more it all just fades behind me. Left on the park bench.

We follow the vein out onto the city streets. We leave the park empty, bled dry of its people. Quiet.