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//Hi again.

So, the walls in our old place finally got fixed like a week before Christmas, but we continued to live in chaos bc we were convinced 2x that we were going to be able to buy a house, so we weren't really trying to settle in.

I did a 2 month long depression treatment that involved driving 30-45 minutes out every weekday to get my head strapped into a machine that tapped on it really loudly for 20 minutes. All I got was a complete absence of free time and an increase in headaches. Also worth noting that I was still living in a tarped up home for the entirety of the treatment, so the effectiveness of the treatments may have been compromised.

Due to a combination of switching from opening to closing shifts in order to make it to the aforementioned treatments, which apparently left me with lower seniority, and scheduling being the hot messes they've always been, I ended up being subjected to a dramatic increase in physical and emotional stimuli. I did not comprehend this extra overstimulation until it was too late, much like one likely wouldn't notice their pipes were leaking if their house had already been caught in a flood. All I knew was that I ended up calling out a lot more, and because I was trying to look good for a home loan, I ended up using all my vacation time to pay myself out. I had been planning to ask for a vacation at the beginning of the year just to give my mind a break for a bit, but honestly, who knows if that actually would've done anything at this point.

Thanks to the bitchiest seller's agent in existence, the house my mom and I should be living in right now got to sit on the market for months longer waiting for a cash offer bc apparently an FHA loan with underwriter's approval for over asking wasn't fancy enough to be trusted to close. Our home-owning dreams unfortunately hit a massive roadblock when the new year started, bc my mom finally had to file her last round of taxes, which decreased any loan we might qualify for to basically nothing in our state.

With the threads my mental health was hanging on by having snapped several times over by now, I finally went on medical leave in February. It just seemed pointless continuing to pretend I was in working condition given all the shifts, meals, and meds I continued to skip. Almost a month in, my mom found a new rental opportunity for us, and we started packing to move out.

April's our first month in this new place. I'm nowhere near being unpacked, and I don't know how I'm going to be when I have to go back to work (which is farther now) until I can quit sometime soon, hopefully. However, I am seeing some progress in my depressive symptoms, and I'm mostly healed from the injuries I sustained during the move-in process. Anyway, I'm obviously not in a stable enough place to completely end my hiatus, but I would like to write a bit on here again, so if that sounds fun and you're willing to be patient with replies in the meantime, hit me up, I guess?

#ooc #ed tw #eating disorder tw #idk #does it count if you're just too tired to get out of bed for food? or if you mostly eat snacks bc even microwaving can feel like too much?

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//Brief Update:

House has mold -> guys came to tear up walls -> did not have permits and weren't very professional -> half of house has been unusable since mid-August -> also, most of the remaining half looks like a warzone from setting things aside

Social security is giving my mom less than she was supposed to get -> qualifying for a real house looking highly unlikely anytime soon

Pain has been flaring up -> worker's comp not communicating quickly if at all -> still waiting on treatment

Heat wave -> passing out after work -> missing meals and meds -> poor mental and physical health

Phone broke -> lost pictures and drafts -> still not logged back into all my apps -> attempts to rewrite replies = writer's block from frustration of losing drafts

Tried to join my mom for part of her vacation to catch a break -> got majorly sunburnt on 1st day -> spent most of second day at hospital because stress regarding current life situation apparently gave my mom shingles and bell's palsy, made worse by her fibromyalgia -> both of us came home early -> next few days will be spent trying to help her with her medication regimen and general health

Probably more, but I lost track a long time ago

Idk what to call this. Semi/Mostly hiatus? May write occasionally, but won't promise consistent activity until life eases up for a significant enough chunk of time to feel safe. Will update when that happens.

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//Kind of a self-depricating joke, kind of an ooc update, but if my car gets broken into to steal my old laptop on International Asexuality Day, half of my face starts drooping for 30 minutes on my birthday, and both take place during Autism Acceptance month, should I buy a lottery ticket to see if my luck was preparing to balance itself out, or should I hide in a hole wrapped up in bubble wrap until fate decides to stop dealing me such huge blows?

#ooc

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//Kind of a self-depricating joke, kind of an ooc update, but if my car gets broken into to steal my old laptop on International Asexuality Day, half of my face starts drooping for 30 minutes on my birthday, and both take place during Autism Acceptance month, should I buy a lottery ticket to see if my luck was preparing to balance itself out, or should I hide in a hole wrapped up in bubble wrap until fate decides to stop dealing me such huge blows?

#ooc

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//Kind of a self-depricating joke, kind of an ooc update, but if my car gets broken into to steal my old laptop on International Asexuality Day, half of my face starts drooping for 30 minutes on my birthday, and both take place during Autism Acceptance month, should I buy a lottery ticket to see if my luck was preparing to balance itself out, or should I hide in a hole wrapped up in bubble wrap until fate decides to stop dealing me such huge blows?

#ooc

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As the man's tail swiped out in her direction, Leia instinctively flinched. Her nerves definitely didn't settle any further as he then rose to his full height, reminding her just how small she was in comparison to him. Although, in response, she shrunk further in on herself, a move that might be considered a bit counterintuitive.

While her kidnapper opted to walk away rather than try to harm her, Leia knew all too well that quiet, calculating men often were the most terrifying when they finally gave in to their anger. Her prediction seemed to be proven further as she witnessed the man proceed to take his frustrations out on a nearby cactus with apparently zero regard for any pain he might cause himself. By the time he returned, her knees were being held against her chest so tightly her knuckles were turning white, and her expression was one of absolute terror.

Briefly, as Leia's gaze fell on where the spines of that cactus had lodged themselves, her terror shifted to concern. She loosened her grip on her knees and seemed almost as if she wanted to reach out and help the object of her recent panic, but when he spoke, all thoughts left her mind at once, and she instead looked up at him in shock. "...Y-You'll take me back, then?" she asked, her voice sounding entirely too hopeful for someone who was asking to be returned to her captors.

@who-is-muses

Cold. That was the first thing Leia felt when she woke up. There was a chill set deep within her bones, and there was no way for her to escape it. Her cell wasn't adorned with any "luxuries" like blankets or pillows; none of them were. All she had was an empty bowl leftover from her last meal and the equally cold floor she slept on. Given the alternative, though, she was willing to endure a lower body temperature...

Though the lack of natural light in this place made time hard to tell, Leia knew that she had been needing the serum that blocked her powers more often lately. This formula was on its last legs. Once the length in between injections had gotten short enough, the guards started doubling her dose. It was an effective temporary solution while the warehouse's scientists worked on a new serum for her, but the state it left her in was less than desirable.

In an attempt to make herself more comfortable, the young metahuman had sought out a corner of her cell and huddled in on herself to conserve her practically non-existent body heat. Much to her horror, her condition actually began to improve after a while. A red light framed the bars surrounding her, and she knew she had reached a temperature that would've indicated a fever in anyone else. Anyone normal.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the sound of an elevator ding to grace her ears. A lone guard approached her with a rolling cart. On it, there was a small case containing several vials, a syringe, and an aerosol device. Once the guard reached her, he opened the case, withdrawing the syringe and a dose of Leia's serum. Drawing the translucent blue liquid up through the needle, he discarded the empty vial and unlocked the door to her cell.

"Got a new formula for you, hot stuff," he said, chuckling at his play on words as he entered the cell. "Well, come on, get up. Don't be shy."

Leia obeyed silently, standing up and turning slightly away from the man to give him access to her left arm. He gripped it just above her elbow and administered the shot. His hands were gloved, but it didn't matter; the power-dampening collar around her neck was doing its job and kept her from reaching a temperature over 110°F at the highest. And as the serum entered her bloodstream, it dropped even further, the red light disappearing once she had cooled down enough.

"You ask me, this stuff's a waste of money," the guard piped up once more, lingering around for longer than Leia would've preferred. "Why bother suppressing your abilities? Imagine the damage we could cause if we just let you loose somewhere. Like a living weapon..." Leia shifted in discomfort, still facing away from the man. He proceeded to tuck some of her hair behind her ear and over her shoulder before continuing, "It's not like you're that useful otherwise. The boss rarely finds assignments for you, so you're basically just lounging around here all the time. But if we really have to keep you on this shit, and we can't sell you, I don't understand why we're not allowed to have a little fun with you at least..."

As the guard spoke, Leia shut her eyes, almost as if she hoped that could somehow help her shut out his words too. It would be over eventually. Like he said, they weren't allowed to do anything to her, at least not in that regard. He'd get bored and leave at some point. At worst, he'd use the shock function on the collar a few times before he went, but he couldn't stay there forever.

#who is muses

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🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

//To start, she doesn't really have any playlists. She has some CDs, cassettes, 8-tracks, and vinyls, but she never put together any lists of songs herself. The closest thing would be the Creative Zen Stone Plus she got in high school, which she filled up with all sorts of music from the 60s-80s, primarily rock and R&B. She doesn't exclusively listen to oldies, but they are something she often turns to for comfort. Her favorite artists include, but aren't limited to, Queen, ABBA, Pink Floyd, The Beach Boys, Prince, and Billy Joel.

As for the last question, I hadn't really put much thought into a song that represented her, but my brain immediately thought of "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles; she does have a way of brightening up other people's days and always wants to help make things better. After some more digging, I don't know that anything fits her perfectly, but "Stand in the Rain" by Superchick kinda reminds me of her struggles with anxiety and perfectionism, and "Girl on Fire" by Alicia Keys could work to describe her journey towards becoming more self-confident. Crucible specifically, though, I found the song "Warrior" by Demi Lovato scarily accurate for.

#headcanons #answers #southern belle outcasts #//hi! sorry for the late answer. i hadn't been getting enough sleep and it all caught up to me while looking things up for this yesterday

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𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

#ask meme

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Spook's First Promo!

All my muses are kind of lacking in people to interact with right now, so if any of my blogs pique your interest, as a writing partner or even a lurker, please send me a message or fill out my interest tracker!

Some brief character descriptions, in order of appearance:

Aceen & Damus Tall (@slayemal-na-nerate)- twin Zabrak brothers who grew apart as they got older, eventually becoming entirely estranged as one was recruited by the Republic Army as a medic and the other turned to smuggling and bounty hunting

Inquisitor Lavellan (@laimdalen-itellam)- an amnesiac elf with a big heart who SHOULD NOT have been placed in charge of an apocalypse-prevention militia but managed to do a half-decent job for the sake of his found family

Garrett Hawke (@gayrett-hawke)- a disaster gay whose barely-controlled, but incredibly strong, magic and highly exaggerated appearance of self-confidence caused him to stumble his way into unwanted fame and infamy, an equally disastrous group of friends, and enough trauma to last him several lifetimes (icon is by @melonadraws)

Leia Angelica Morales (@sweltering-in-central-city)- a geeky tomboy with social anxiety who was finally fulfilling her childhood dreams of becoming a superhero until time travel rewrote her past and left her to manage her terrifyingly destructive powers on her own, a job she failed at miserably (icon made with @ummmmandy's picrew)

Taura Caterina Andreas (@lovely-little-bull)- the Minotaur's grandchild, raised by him to fear the gods and their children, who must come to terms with being the child of an Olympian herself, all the while wondering if her new family will kill her like they did her beloved "Pappoúlis" once they realize she's a monster just like him

Rachel "Raven" Roth (@empath-from-azarath)- a take on the Titan that pays more attention to her upbringing and empathic abilities, both of which were formative in creating the deadpan dork of a goth you all know and love

Asafké Baru (@not-a-twilek)- a force-sensitive orphaned mechanic who disguises herself as a human while trying to earn enough credits to finally escape the desert wasteland of Tatooine, where she crash-landed after escaping the men who enslaved her as a child (icon made with @ummmmandy's picrew)

Bruce Wayne (@guardian-of-gotham)- your favorite autistic batdad who fights crime while dressed like a flying rodent as an unhealthy coping mechanism, now with familiar flavors of kindness and self-sacrifice to cleanse your soul after dealing with any unwanted depictions of him as an edgy, brutal opportunist who doesn't love his kids (I'm looking at you, Tom K*ng)

Aya (@not-so-artificial)- a lovable semi-organic computer program made of pure green lantern energy, who is normally very sweet but is also very bad at understanding and dealing with emotions to the extent that she tried to eliminate all life and emotions from the universe after experiencing heartbreak (she got better, though)

Rules in my pinned post. Bios in the pinned post for each sideblog. This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but my head hurt too much to deal with tagging it. I promise it's not an April Fool's joke, though.

(Also, please ignore how simple Aya's blog is right now. I only put her out this early because I needed the 9th icon to make the image format look better.)

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[ POINTS AT HIM. Snirthday (snake birthday) snoy (snake boy) ]

#//happy birthday

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The only thing keeping Leia from immediately arguing was the reptilian man making his last comment before she had the chance to fight past her stutter enough to speak up. Her eyes filled with concern and compassion. "I'm s-sorry they did that t-to you..." she said quietly. "No one d-deserves that."

Still, the man hadn't convinced her that her own abilities were any less dangerous. "Our s-s-situations are different, though," she explained. "P-People can die from lit-it-l-literally just s-standing next to me. M-Maybe you and s-some others might last a li-little longer, but burning wood i-is nothing compared to m-molten steel or glass. A-And that's not even get-getting into boiling points." Leia refused to put anyone at risk again, even if it meant her own freedom.

"S-s-sorry, I know you didn't ha-have to tell me a-about yourself," she relented. "I don't want t-to seem unnapp-pre-preciative, but you don't n-need to cheer me up. Just t-tell whoever you're sending or s-s-selling me to where you g-got me from. That way, they can r-reach out to them when they realize I'm not wo-worth the trouble. ...Or they can k-k-kill me, I guess. I-I don't want to die, but if that- if that's what it takes..."

"I pro-probably deserve it, honestly."

@who-is-muses

Cold. That was the first thing Leia felt when she woke up. There was a chill set deep within her bones, and there was no way for her to escape it. Her cell wasn't adorned with any "luxuries" like blankets or pillows; none of them were. All she had was an empty bowl leftover from her last meal and the equally cold floor she slept on. Given the alternative, though, she was willing to endure a lower body temperature...

Though the lack of natural light in this place made time hard to tell, Leia knew that she had been needing the serum that blocked her powers more often lately. This formula was on its last legs. Once the length in between injections had gotten short enough, the guards started doubling her dose. It was an effective temporary solution while the warehouse's scientists worked on a new serum for her, but the state it left her in was less than desirable.

In an attempt to make herself more comfortable, the young metahuman had sought out a corner of her cell and huddled in on herself to conserve her practically non-existent body heat. Much to her horror, her condition actually began to improve after a while. A red light framed the bars surrounding her, and she knew she had reached a temperature that would've indicated a fever in anyone else. Anyone normal.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the sound of an elevator ding to grace her ears. A lone guard approached her with a rolling cart. On it, there was a small case containing several vials, a syringe, and an aerosol device. Once the guard reached her, he opened the case, withdrawing the syringe and a dose of Leia's serum. Drawing the translucent blue liquid up through the needle, he discarded the empty vial and unlocked the door to her cell.

"Got a new formula for you, hot stuff," he said, chuckling at his play on words as he entered the cell. "Well, come on, get up. Don't be shy."

Leia obeyed silently, standing up and turning slightly away from the man to give him access to her left arm. He gripped it just above her elbow and administered the shot. His hands were gloved, but it didn't matter; the power-dampening collar around her neck was doing its job and kept her from reaching a temperature over 110°F at the highest. And as the serum entered her bloodstream, it dropped even further, the red light disappearing once she had cooled down enough.

"You ask me, this stuff's a waste of money," the guard piped up once more, lingering around for longer than Leia would've preferred. "Why bother suppressing your abilities? Imagine the damage we could cause if we just let you loose somewhere. Like a living weapon..." Leia shifted in discomfort, still facing away from the man. He proceeded to tuck some of her hair behind her ear and over her shoulder before continuing, "It's not like you're that useful otherwise. The boss rarely finds assignments for you, so you're basically just lounging around here all the time. But if we really have to keep you on this shit, and we can't sell you, I don't understand why we're not allowed to have a little fun with you at least..."

As the guard spoke, Leia shut her eyes, almost as if she hoped that could somehow help her shut out his words too. It would be over eventually. Like he said, they weren't allowed to do anything to her, at least not in that regard. He'd get bored and leave at some point. At worst, he'd use the shock function on the collar a few times before he went, but he couldn't stay there forever.

#who is muses #the lost years #needle tw #syringe tw #suicidal ideation tw #//she doesn't realize he's not taking her in anymore. thinks he's just being nice to make her more cooperative or something

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

#ask meme #//won't be able to reply until later tonight #but feel free to send in advance

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

#ask meme #//won't be able to reply until later tonight #but feel free to send in advance

[sweltering-in-central-city]

Leia shook her head, raising a hand to her collar protectively. "I-It does help," she insisted. "That's the o-only-" She stopped, realizing she couldn't honestly say it had only been used to help her; sometimes, the guards liked to use the shock function for fun, but it was worth it to keep her powers at bay when the serums grew less effective. "...They don't use it t-t-to discipline me," she said instead.

When Sameer said she shouldn't be scared of herself, though, something shifted ever so slightly in Leia. Her voice stayed quiet and scared, but there was a look of indignation in her eyes. "I t-told you the needle would melt," she repeated. "Do you know h-how hot something needs to be to m-melt a stainless st-steel needle? Almost three th-thousand degrees. Have you ever w-woken up surrounded by flames you s-started in your sleep? Had t-to pull yourself out of mo-molten asphalt? Had to avoid sh-shards of glass flying at you because a w-window broke just from you walking p-past it? Seen someone's s-s-skin tighten up like red sh-shrink wrap because they were unf-fo-fortunate enough to t-try to reach out and h-help you?"

Tears were streaming down Leia's face relentlessly as she continued, "...I don't ch-choose to be scared of myself. My p-powers are just t-t-teriffying. And I can't c-control them. What if I just k-keep getting hotter and h-hotter until I destroy the whole p-planet, and the lack of o-oxygen in space is the only thing th-that keeps me from destroying the r-rest of the universe?" From the specificity and passion of her rant, it seemed clear that these anxieties were things that often played out in the young woman's mind, and finally saying them out loud had only made them seem even more horrifically real.

@who-is-muses

Cold. That was the first thing Leia felt when she woke up. There was a chill set deep within her bones, and there was no way for her to escape it. Her cell wasn't adorned with any "luxuries" like blankets or pillows; none of them were. All she had was an empty bowl leftover from her last meal and the equally cold floor she slept on. Given the alternative, though, she was willing to endure a lower body temperature...

Though the lack of natural light in this place made time hard to tell, Leia knew that she had been needing the serum that blocked her powers more often lately. This formula was on its last legs. Once the length in between injections had gotten short enough, the guards started doubling her dose. It was an effective temporary solution while the warehouse's scientists worked on a new serum for her, but the state it left her in was less than desirable.

In an attempt to make herself more comfortable, the young metahuman had sought out a corner of her cell and huddled in on herself to conserve her practically non-existent body heat. Much to her horror, her condition actually began to improve after a while. A red light framed the bars surrounding her, and she knew she had reached a temperature that would've indicated a fever in anyone else. Anyone normal.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the sound of an elevator ding to grace her ears. A lone guard approached her with a rolling cart. On it, there was a small case containing several vials, a syringe, and an aerosol device. Once the guard reached her, he opened the case, withdrawing the syringe and a dose of Leia's serum. Drawing the translucent blue liquid up through the needle, he discarded the empty vial and unlocked the door to her cell.

"Got a new formula for you, hot stuff," he said, chuckling at his play on words as he entered the cell. "Well, come on, get up. Don't be shy."

Leia obeyed silently, standing up and turning slightly away from the man to give him access to her left arm. He gripped it just above her elbow and administered the shot. His hands were gloved, but it didn't matter; the power-dampening collar around her neck was doing its job and kept her from reaching a temperature over 110°F at the highest. And as the serum entered her bloodstream, it dropped even further, the red light disappearing once she had cooled down enough.

"You ask me, this stuff's a waste of money," the guard piped up once more, lingering around for longer than Leia would've preferred. "Why bother suppressing your abilities? Imagine the damage we could cause if we just let you loose somewhere. Like a living weapon..." Leia shifted in discomfort, still facing away from the man. He proceeded to tuck some of her hair behind her ear and over her shoulder before continuing, "It's not like you're that useful otherwise. The boss rarely finds assignments for you, so you're basically just lounging around here all the time. But if we really have to keep you on this shit, and we can't sell you, I don't understand why we're not allowed to have a little fun with you at least..."

As the guard spoke, Leia shut her eyes, almost as if she hoped that could somehow help her shut out his words too. It would be over eventually. Like he said, they weren't allowed to do anything to her, at least not in that regard. He'd get bored and leave at some point. At worst, he'd use the shock function on the collar a few times before he went, but he couldn't stay there forever.

#the lost years #who is muses #needle tw #syringe tw

[sweltering-in-central-city]

//Okay, so I kinda passed out in the middle of editing last night, but now I've posted everything! 😅

#ooc

[sweltering-in-central-city]

If she hadn't already been distracted by her kidnapper's sudden movement, Leia would've found herself hard-pressed to remain focused on the object of her panic as the man stepped in front of her and blocked the fire from her sight. The action seemed almost protective, but she was sure that wasn't his intention. Her certainty dropped slightly, however, along with her lower lip, as he tried to hand her a vial of her serum. She stared at him for a moment, curious and confused, before shaking her head a little.

"I-I can't yet," Leia explained. "They w-wear off faster the more I t-t-take them." She paused for a bit, trying to figure out just how much she should share. In the end, it seemed safest to at least make sure he knew how to handle it when her powers did come back. "The c-collar helps," she continued, "but it needs to st-stay charged. If it's n-not, and I s-s-start getting warmer, I n-need a shot as s-soon as possible. The m-metal will melt if it t-t-takes too long, but..."

Once more, thoughts of the damage she was capable of stole Leia's mind away. Even if this man had taken her against her will, she didn't want to be responsible for his death. "...I-It won't be safe around me b-by then," she warned quietly. "That's what the sm-smoke thing is for." She'd never heard an official name for the aerosol device that served as a last resort to bring her powers under control; she'd only seen it thrown towards her time and time again when her captors decided to risk using her destructive capabilities. Often times, as she waited for those cures to set in, she found herself wishing that the flames or molten pieces of metal around her could actually hurt her and put an end to her suffering, but she tried not to dwell on such morbid hopes.

"I told you you didn't want me." Her voice was too soft to stutter as she looked forlornly at the ground, cheek tucked against her knee to hide her shame. God, why was she like this?! She felt so pathetic and weak. Too weak to control her powers. Too weak to avoid captivity. Too weak to ever dare stand up for herself. And now here she was, whimpering like a fool in front of a man who'd just kidnapped her. She shut her eyes tight when she felt the burning beginning of tears. Maybe she'd get lucky and whoever hired this man just wanted her dead...

@who-is-muses

Cold. That was the first thing Leia felt when she woke up. There was a chill set deep within her bones, and there was no way for her to escape it. Her cell wasn't adorned with any "luxuries" like blankets or pillows; none of them were. All she had was an empty bowl leftover from her last meal and the equally cold floor she slept on. Given the alternative, though, she was willing to endure a lower body temperature...

Though the lack of natural light in this place made time hard to tell, Leia knew that she had been needing the serum that blocked her powers more often lately. This formula was on its last legs. Once the length in between injections had gotten short enough, the guards started doubling her dose. It was an effective temporary solution while the warehouse's scientists worked on a new serum for her, but the state it left her in was less than desirable.

In an attempt to make herself more comfortable, the young metahuman had sought out a corner of her cell and huddled in on herself to conserve her practically non-existent body heat. Much to her horror, her condition actually began to improve after a while. A red light framed the bars surrounding her, and she knew she had reached a temperature that would've indicated a fever in anyone else. Anyone normal.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the sound of an elevator ding to grace her ears. A lone guard approached her with a rolling cart. On it, there was a small case containing several vials, a syringe, and an aerosol device. Once the guard reached her, he opened the case, withdrawing the syringe and a dose of Leia's serum. Drawing the translucent blue liquid up through the needle, he discarded the empty vial and unlocked the door to her cell.

"Got a new formula for you, hot stuff," he said, chuckling at his play on words as he entered the cell. "Well, come on, get up. Don't be shy."

Leia obeyed silently, standing up and turning slightly away from the man to give him access to her left arm. He gripped it just above her elbow and administered the shot. His hands were gloved, but it didn't matter; the power-dampening collar around her neck was doing its job and kept her from reaching a temperature over 110°F at the highest. And as the serum entered her bloodstream, it dropped even further, the red light disappearing once she had cooled down enough.

"You ask me, this stuff's a waste of money," the guard piped up once more, lingering around for longer than Leia would've preferred. "Why bother suppressing your abilities? Imagine the damage we could cause if we just let you loose somewhere. Like a living weapon..." Leia shifted in discomfort, still facing away from the man. He proceeded to tuck some of her hair behind her ear and over her shoulder before continuing, "It's not like you're that useful otherwise. The boss rarely finds assignments for you, so you're basically just lounging around here all the time. But if we really have to keep you on this shit, and we can't sell you, I don't understand why we're not allowed to have a little fun with you at least..."

As the guard spoke, Leia shut her eyes, almost as if she hoped that could somehow help her shut out his words too. It would be over eventually. Like he said, they weren't allowed to do anything to her, at least not in that regard. He'd get bored and leave at some point. At worst, he'd use the shock function on the collar a few times before he went, but he couldn't stay there forever.

#who is muses #the lost years #suicidal ideation tw #syringe tw #needle tw

[sweltering-in-central-city]

//Alright, well, other than a few things that still need to be italicized or whatnot, I think I'm actually finished! I'm going to polish and post everything, and then I'll get some much-needed rest in.

My life still isn't really sorted out, and tomorrow's my Monday, so I doubt I'll be super on top of replies going forward, but this is something that makes me happy, so I'm going to attempt to be a little more consistent. For now, I'll say my goal is at least one reply a week. Obviously, I hope to do a lot more, but hopefully, that laughably small goal will keep me from disappearing for months at a time again. 🙃

Anyway, I'll just go ahead and post everything right now. If you don't see a thread you were expecting, I either replied to it before all this, or it's one of the many casualties of Tumblr's great notification purge, and I didn't see it in the past dozen or so posts of each of my accounts. For the latter case, please feel free to message me me so I can search for those threads, or send me a link if possible. I've missed writing with all of you, and I hope to be back at full capacity soon. 💕