#who-is-muses

[burnlikeme]

@who-is-muses / Abe Sapien

Los Angeles is too warm, too bright, and too loud. The months 2D has spent here have been pure misery, and all he wanted the entire time was to go home. A lifetime spent on the road has hardened him to all sorts of conditions and twists in the story of his life, but nothing prepared him for Mudoc's brilliant idea to start a cult. Forget the Buddhism he's maintained for decades, and forget Murdoc's Satanism- the Forever Cult is in and everything else? Out with the garbage.

Of course, none of them anticipated a rivalry or their very own Lamb being slaughtered in worship to the wrong entity.

These things have consequences, and some wrongs?

Well. It's far too late to make them right.

In the weeks following the incident beneath the Hollywood sign, 2D's headaches have grown worse and worse. Top it all off with the incredibly vivid nightmares he's been having and he's worn to the bone. It's no surprise that, one night, he listens to the nice voice in his head and nods off on the couch. Why shouldn't he take a break? The voice is right. He's earned it.

Hours later, amidst a parking lot where vehicles have been tossed as if by a tornado, the figure of Stuart Pot stands, eyes bright as the moon, hands uplifted as if controlling the dancing of the slipstreams above. It's a fragile body...but it will do.

[corvidamned]

@who-is-muses said: [ Kira 🤝 Talbot, fucking with Dwight specifically apparently- ]

"Why do we have so much in common... I'm not doomed to be your alternate, am I?"

[hopecerulean]

❝ i know for a fact that you are special. i can feel it. ❞ ~ @who-is-muses (from Bro'Dee qvq💙)

@who-is-muses {thoughts of love}

It was seemingly out of nowhere, and yet she knew it wasn't. Blaize and Bro'dee shared a deep bond, one that went beyond even their status as fellow Lanterns - she could swear up and down that he was attuned to every thought, every emotional state she felt. The moment even the slightest inkling of inadequacy entered her mind, he knew just what to say.

💙;; "...coming from you, I feel inclined to believe it," Blaize murmured, a small smile on her lips as she hovered upwards, if only to nudge her forehead against her mentor's for a moment. From what she recalled, that in particular was a familial sign of affection for his species.

💙;; "And, coming from you... it means a lot. Thank you, Saint."

[skycapt4in]

@who-is-muses ( saint walker ) / ruh-roh, the spaceman has been fighting again!

It's not uncommon for a Guildsman to get into fights with other Guildsmen.. in fighting was just part of the job, too many egos competing for jobs and cash, trying to show that they're the better outlaw, and if they couldn't do that? Well, that's typically when the fights break out.

Noah gets into them more than he would like to admit, mostly because well, he doesn't take the older lot seriously and they don't like that.

His crime this time? He laughed in their face when they revealed their previous job was a bust, then kicked them when they were down by refusing to give them a lift back to the closest outpost; rightfully so, Dex had a record of taking over the ships of other members of the Guild, had shown interest in trying to procure Shi'p, and Shi'p honestly just did not like Dex or his crew enough to even humour the idea and of course, Noah was in the same boat.

In hindsight, he probably could've been nicer about it and helped them find a ride back instead of just laughing at them. However it was wildly unfair of them to decide that a five person crew should definitely teach a lesson just one single human.. Oh well, if the unconscious body at the other end of the alley tells him anything, they're at least a four person crew now.

He gets maybe five minutes to gather his bearings before the grimey alleyway he woke up in is illuminated in a familiar blue light, his helmet took too much damage to be able to fully cover his face and is only covering his mouth to ensure he can still breathe, but his entire body tenses at the Lantern's presence nonetheless. He's familiar with Walker, they've interacted a few times and honestly Noah doesn't have any real gripes or issues with the Blue Lantern other than the fact that he wears a power ring. The same power ring that scans him for wounds, probably going to be used to fix him right back up before Noah holds out a hand of broken knuckles to interrupt the process. “ If you wanna help me out, just get me somewhere I can be stitched up please.. Your weird space magic healing feels.. weird. ” Because he can never make things easy for himself. He nods his head back to the one person he was able to bring down with him who got left behind. “ I'm sure that one will appreciate the help though, if they're still breathing. ”

[red-hemlock]

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together ~ @who-is-muses (from Harriet)

Bad Situation Starters! @who-is-muses

The jolt of the elevator throws her off balance, a sudden stop that draws soft curses under-breath as a groaning whine of metal upon metal reverberates around the enclosed box. Like lightning, River is on the stuck-shut doors once it comes to a screeching halt, knuckles rapping against them solidly in an almost jaunty rhythm. Yup. By the sound of that echo, it wouldn't matter if they managed to pry these puppies open, they were definitely stuck between floors. Something completely useless to the pair, unless they wanted a nice window into the void.

She hopes whatever doodads and thingamajigs this chick nabbed up there were worth all of this.

"Damn! Looks like they managed to make it to the power, after all... That was pretty fast, Gordon must finally be having his lads and ladies run more for once."

Was that a hint of appreciation in her voice? Sure sounds like it. People in such predicaments didn't tend to lean against walls all devil-may-care, but there she was, the ghost of a toothy grin threatening to split her face in two. Yet what can River say, the 'challenges' put forth by the costumed justice-schmucks were starting to grow a bit stale nowadays; it was about time the cops tried to take it up a notch for once.

"Well... Let's look on the bright-side, dear! I suppose things could be scores more worse than this."

The 'bright'-side, eh? Famous last words, before that little light above suddenly dies; and darkness swallows them both within its dense, indiscriminate embrace.

[inkedstone]

"There is a sadness in each ending, but a promise for new beginnings as well." ~ who-is-muses (Bro'Dee for Iros because I forgor about the starter orz)

@who-is-muses

"I dunno man, I don't think that's right."

This visitor isn't human, not with those four tendrils snaking trough the air under his coat. He looks like some kind of military member, much like his new companion, though instead of bringing hope, Iros Odyn is bringing a wave of destruction. The Khazen are well known in sectors that come across them, first the Sun Eaters, and now the Order who have taken their place across the galaxy.

This one, though, seems quite small. Tired. When he was talking to himself earlier he didn't expect anyone to be around him. The moon he's currently standing on isn't even a moon, and it was that knowledge that lead him here hoping to find something.

"You ask me, that shit's finite. There's no beginning left for me."

[caestusvulpes]

@who-is-muses

❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ~ @who-is-muses (Scarecrow, bcus I'm struggling with your prompt and don't want to leave you hanging qvq)

"... Lost m'damn job. That's it, really. I didn't do this whole thing fer money before, but now I don't have a choice."

Any other occupation was either corrupt at the center, targeted by rogues, or doomed to fail. No one would hire her. By god has she tried. How badly she wanted to simply never have to do this visor-on thing... this stupid piece of Party-City plastic she put on, wanting so badly to do something worthwhile...

"An' before y'ask, no, I had no problems growin' up, an' no, my parents loved me. Y'say 'like this' so... judgementally."

[arxchnoverturea]

+ @who-is-muses liked for an MC2 starter !

+ " ...what the HECK are you supposed to be ? " Eyes NARROWING behind the eye-pieces of her MASK , Mayday could feel that all too familiar TINGLING at the back of her head, keeping her ON EDGE as she looked the figure up and down .

[ncmither]

time had started to slip and have no meaning. did it even exist in this realm she had dragged them all into? there was a sickness that grew inside the realm. a bright decay that seemed to hurt her. he had seen it. once or twice as it oozed from her realm like blood from an opened wound. it could be one small key to a greater door that could lead them all too freedom. he had separated from the others to trek into the area where the infection lingered so predominantly, not knowing if other horrors awaited. after finding a node of blight, he knelt in front of it, trying to figure out how to grab a sample without infecting himself in the process.

@who-is-muses liked for a starter. ( The Blight )

[elisethetraveller]

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Edwin himself is next to nod, punctuated by a small, incoherent noise. “Sleep sounds nice.” A yawn is his body voicing its agreement.

Somewhere in his gradually silencing mind, he feels guilty about Jonathan learning about this, and the inevitable stress that’ll bring him. He feels bad for bringing this onto Elise, too, regardless of the fact he had absolutely no control over the situation. He doesn’t care much for being a nuisance.

Almost unintelligible, he mumbles, “’m sorry…”

Now it was her turn to nod, agreeing that sleep would do him good. Her fingers continued trailing their pattern on his back, hoping to lull him into a steady sleep.

While his words did not go past her, Elise didn't respond. There was nothing for him to be sorry for. He was her friend; of course, she would help, and even if he wasn't, she still would have. Healing was her job. When his breathing evened out, she began untangling herself without waking him. It was slow progress as she stopped whenever he stirred too much, but eventually, she managed. Next was locating a phone of sorts. Glancing around, her eyes settled on his pockets, noticing...something. Taking a chance, the mage removed what turned out to be a phone, a cellphone, of the modern kind. Frowning, she turned it over, trying to find the button to light it up. Trying one with no luck; her fingers brushed over the screen only for it to come to life, showing a code was needed.

Right... 1, 2, 3, 4. Despite the silly attempt, the mage was slightly disappointed when the phone refused to unlock. What code would Edwin use? What code would Edwin use? Something smart, no doubt, but what was smart? Turning the phone over again as if hoping for a clue, Elise was happily surprised when she noticed an unremarkable but familiar type of button. Very smart. Gingerly placing one of Edwin's fingers against the button a happy click confirmed the phone had unlocked.

Quickly she searched through it, and after ten minutes, found the number pad. Leaving the room as she typed in Jonathan's number, she waited for the sound of the phone call getting accepted. Once it did Elise began speaking.

"Yes, hello Jonathan. This is not Edwin... It's Elise. Are you sitting down?"

( @who-is-muses )

[king-crane]

"It wasn't me! I swear to you, it wasn't me!" ~ who-is-muses (Edwin Wormman? 👀)

@who-is-muses

"Don't you FUCKING bullshit me, Edwin!"

He'd never been this furious in his life - and he'd never felt so betrayed, either. Quorum was in the city. They were snooping around, and he had just enough time to connect the dots before they could find him. Calling the only person he had ever trusted enough to talk to about it, he'd invited Edwin over, knowing full well he didn't intend on the man leaving alive.

The Scarecrow and Professor Jonathan Crane were usually separate, but right now, they bled together, melted in a disgusting amalgamation of pain and agony and fury and violence. His hair was loose, hanging in strands hooked to empty IV tubing, but his favorite suit jacket and pants were there in place of a costume. He hadn't bothered with glasses or a respirator, however, and his sickle hung at his side, a mix between a chained blade and a half-hearted scythe, as if even Iaepetus couldn't decide what it wished to do.

An accusatory finger was pointed to the smaller man. "You're the smartest fucking prick in this city. You have information on everybody, it's your god damn obsession!"

He flicked his wrist, and the scythe quickly smashed one of the paintings on the wall. It wouldn't matter. If Quorum really knew he was here, he'd be burning down this house with himself in it by the end of the night.

"I trusted you. I told you... told you what they fucking did to me. And you sell me out?" He advanced, tears falling down his fury-stricken features, and he grabbed the other man by the shirt, lifting him up. "Give me a fucking sign, Edwin! Make me believe! Make me hope!"

[corvidamned]

❛ Why are you here? ❜ ~ @who-is-muses (Claudette)

She finds her on the second floor of the Adams house of the Coldwind farm, gazing off across the cornfield through the gap in the wall that led out onto the roof. Kira doesn't think to take her meaning about here and now. "I'm here because I was taken from a place that was forgotten. Hardly anybody knew where I was. And it would've been easy to say that I died because the facility was an experimental lab full of monsters, and it was fitted with a self-destruct that had already been triggered. It was about as close to hell as you could get. I imagine the veil was thinner."

[circuitskater]

[ Hands? ]

@who-is-muses {x}

Hands - What was your job before the war? If you’re warforged, what would you want to do?

💙;; "Job? Well- wasn't really a job. I was a runner. Primus, could I run... before the war, I was a racer. Not for the professional tracks, ohhhhh no. No, no no, no one wanted some tiny li'l bike going up against the big leagues, right? No one up at the top wanted to say they lost to some bitty li'l art piece, no. So... I ran the underground tracks. The Vos Underground was my track. You're looking at the standing champion 66 races running. Ever since we lost so many cities on Cybertron, tracks closing, underground circuits breaking apart, I haven't... ever since..."

...

💙;; "...s-sorry, what was the question again?"

[burnlikeme]

@who-is-muses | Ma'al liked for a lyric starter

"I was on my own there. I was all alone." All of his hard-won confidence is stripped away. His breathing is panicked, his words near-sobbed. "I didn't think anyone w-would care enough to try and find me." Decades in this industry and he's by himself every time it matters- every time he's about to get hurt.

[skycapt4in]

is there anything expected of the job that your muse refuses to do?

is there anyone that your muse works with that they cannot stand? why?

describe the kinds of things your muse eats while working. do they pack lunches, or order takeout?

~ @who-is-muses ovo

job related headcanons / @who-is-muses

is there anything expected of the job that your muse refuses to do?

it doesn't come up often thankfully, but any job which might result in noah having to cause harm to innocent lives are usually jobs he tries to avoid, or if he can't avoid it then he'll try his best to help in the aftermath. unless they're rich, in which case he loses all respect for them. also it's not a job he'll refuse to do, but he'll try to get out of anything political typically because getting out of there without being caught can be tricky.

is there anyone that your muse works with that they cannot stand? why?

formerly, yes. but see the guy went and killed noah's big brother and noah killed him for that. his name was xolir i think?? i've put his lore notebooks away and we're running off of the mess that is my memory here. but before.. that, xoli and noah's crew just didn't get along and it stemmed from what used to be a rivalry between rookies, but the more they deliberately foiled each other to get ahead, it just turned the rivalry into actual hatred and it all culimated with someone being killed and well.. yeah.

describe the kinds of things your muse eats while working. do they pack lunches, or order takeout?

literally whatever he can get his hands on that's safe for him to eat. he is absolutely not picky when it comes to his food and it's detrimental to his health. shi'p has to make him up packed lunches consisting of human food she knows the dumbass can stomach, or hot root soup, a stable of the dinner table back on cryon. i fear the worst if we were to ever teach noah that he can have an app on his phone that'll bring him food.

[hopecerulean]

[ offers you a Bleez ]

@who-is-muses {bingo}

💙;; "Red and blue are often complimentary~"