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fatummortem · 2 months

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Meet the Mun

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Erm.. Let's see... Just skip to a muse lol.

Rosie, a friend suggested her some twenty years ago for this elite comic book RP guild. She's the only one I kept from that time. I never heard of her before that & when I read her I remember saying 'she's such an angsty little shit. I love her.'. Her background is like casebook 'what happens if you have a poor support system' in a way.

Ryouta (daken/fang canonly), well he's that guilty pleasure villain everyone enjoys reading about for me I suppose. In another way I get curious about nurture vs nature. Which is something intertwined with his chara i think. (it's a dark past) What inspired me to write him, well he had a slow progression away from his villainess nature you could say. And I am a sucker for growth. It was his appearance's in All New Wolverine that made me go 'oh i'm going to write him'.

Somnus somehow turns stabby villains into teddy bears and i thought it was hilarious.

Bobby, well I wanted a silly gay polyamorous muse & I had been itching to write him for awhile but at the same time wanted to write with a Bobby more so held off. Gave in about a year back i think?

Malicia, well she's pretty AU of one of my favourite comic charas growing up. And well I'm a tad nervous writing her main verse so I just did something with a twist for fun.

TJ I've written a few times over the years. Normally when a friend has me going 'Hell yeah!'. One time I believe a friend was making a Blink (the bestie). This time around I started talking to a few friends about her & then got to talking with Armin about her relationship with her dad. A similar thing happened with Billy. I ended up bringing him back after talking with a friend who writes his twin Tommy. As for originally, I sadly do not recall.

Cloud, well as I said i'm a sucker for growth & his story is full of it. I also enjoy picking apart ways people display or write PTSD & show how it can be displayed in society or be a danger creatively. I also have PTSD, which can range on my reactions to things depending on my environment. So in a way it's one of the ways I learn about myself. Though his mental state has more of a twist to it as he has the lifestream & Jenova influences. Which can come across as confusing as it can seem similar to different forms of DID.

I also have a disability involving memory and memory issues brought on from trauma. So it kinda pulled me in more, I normally don't write muses that are popular to write or I lose the want to write them quickly. Which is not the case with Cloud, he's my rule or norm breaker. (might be why I'm not writing Tifa or Zack tho I'll be honest)

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Erm *nibbles pen* flat out don't like? Random bits of rage filling arguments. Thought that's mostly when Anons do it. Mainly for the fact it doesn't go anywhere. I prefer my angst long lasting & with the ability to have a back & forth.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

There's a lot of things. Slow burns. Small bits of seriousness that leads to progression of a relationship (friendship or ship). Crack seriousness (threads where you have to squint to see the crack), Smut (picky with that), Angsty pain, healthy ships, snarky *jazz hands* ships, Silly friend/fam moments. etc...

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

^_^; So I have the habit, of writing detailed notes & accumulate data (websites, youtube videos, games/comics what have you). I normally write detailed dossiers but lately they turn into 10+ page essays so I've been slapping on wiki pages. Clouds is mostly how his mental state is, how it works & alters along with a lot of lore on locations and Materia to help myself & it's mostly jumbled quick notes with no flow. yeah i just went 'i'll put this over here for later'.

But I basically bury myself within a segment of lore to work it through my head a few times. Then I try to see if I can make it fit into how I feel I'd like to write the muse. Comics can be a bit tricky because there's no mainline writer or books get canceled, one writer makes what another put in place meaningless.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Both! it really depends on my mood, if i'm into the music if my muse wants to jam so on so forth...

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Both! It depends. For close connections or like someone that might be someone mine knows I can ask peeps questions to get an idea of a same flow or idea going. Other times I'll wing it entirely while some i'll just give a brief info dump and ask if someone down for it. Then there's plotting while the thread is being written just to throw out ideas or okay things. There's also the excitement of eating popcorn just because I'm wondering if it'll turn tortuously cute or like a thriller in the next few goes depending on what's going on. xD

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

I love ships ^_^ especially when ya talk hcs or just build upon things slowly. I have a weakness for slow burns ^_^;

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

I'm Glow, lovely to meetcha. ^_^

ᴀɢᴇ?

My siblings went to see ET in the movie theatre when I was born.

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

June 18th.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

The shade black, any shade of purple tho normally lavander, any shade of blue, a few shades of red.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

It actually alters over time so it's hard to tell. Currently have 'let it snow' stuck in my head if that counts.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Uh, went with a friend to see Elementals awhile back

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Murder Drones or Hazbin Hotel? Kiddo is heavily into them right now & I try to get into her fandoms

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

the Alexa at work has the habit of throwing on death metal when I'm there so idek.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Mmmmm, Gumbo but not that northern watered down gumbo the Cajun one where you wheeze and shove bread in your mouth after a few spoonful's. ohhhh homemade Cheesecake with pralines crushed into the bottom layer & drizzled over the top. Mongolian grill with crab & steam mixed heavily with veggies & my own sauce cocktail. Red beans & rice but not the cheap ass sausage, ya need the good stuff or it tastes wrong. Slow cooked in a way where the-- ya shouldn't ask a cook about food.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Rainy Summers

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I doo~ Does it count if most of them aren't around anymore? I have a few here abouts too.

Tagged by: @lastflowerpetal

Tagging: I never know who's been tagged already, so if you wish to just tag me in it so I can take a gander. ^_^

#!!!!#thankies ^_^#mun stuff #dash games #mun meme

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poke-cropolis · 8 months

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Hikari Playlist (the whole reason I made this blog)

Champion Cynthia Battle Music

Champion Cynthia's Theme (Piano) (BDSP)

Arceus Battle Theme (Legends Arceus)

Warden/Galaxy Team Battle Music

Pokemon Wielder Volo

Black/White Emotion Music

Lillie's Theme

Lake Cavern (BDSP)

Lake (BDSP)

Lake Guardian Battle Theme (BDSP)

Battle! Lake Guardians (Legends Arceus)

Dialga/Palkia Origin Form (Legends Arceus)

Kimi Wa Dekanai Ko

Compared Child

If There Was An Endpoint. (And music box)

Tokyo Teddy Bear

Vs. YINU (And Frenzy)

Dearly Beloved (KHII)

Edge of Existence

In the Final

Somnus (Instrumental)

Hometown (Night)

White Fatalis

Zelda's Lullaby (Skyward Sword)

Fi's Farewell

Voice That Calls You

Know How

#//Hikari #playlist

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arcanewonder · 5 years

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how terrible it is to love something death can touch.

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pun-master-logan · 4 years

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Room 206

Chapter one can be found here, chapter two can be found here

***

“How about you, nerd,” Remus said, looking at Logan. “What kind of trouble does a guy who wears a necktie to school get into?”

Logan didn’t look up from his homework. “If you must know, I corrected a teacher.”

“Of course it was for correcting a teacher,” Roman said.

“No, no, there’s more to the story, I can smell it,” Remus said, taking a deep inhale through his nose.

Logan set down his pen and faced the group.

***

Science is Logan’s favorite class. He was taking a college level course that was offered to all eligible upper classmen. The world was so fascinating and he wanted to know everything about it.

That particular day, they were discussing chemical structures, which was one of Logan’s favorite subjects. The teacher, Mr. Moon drew a structure on the board and labelled it amphetamine.

“Alright class, today we’ll be-” Logan raised his hand as Mr. Moon spoke. “Yes Mr. Knowles.”

“You missed labelled the chemical structure on the board.”

The teacher turned briefly to look at the board. “It’s labelled correctly.”

“No, it isn’t. You have it labelled as amphetamine, but that’s methylhexanamine,” Logan said.

“I know my chemical structures Mr. Knowles,” Mr. Moon said.

“It’s an easy mistake to make, they’re very similar to-”

“Have you considered then, that you are the one who made the mistake?” Mr. Moon asked.

“I’m confidante I’m correct, but double checking never hurts, if I could just look it up.” Logan went to pull out his phone.

“Put that phone away, we are in the middle of class.”

“But I-”

“That is enough, Mr. Knowles, I don’t need you teaching the class for me.”

“Are you sure about that,” Logan mumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me?” Mr. Moon said.

“Just admit you made a mistake and correct it before you teach us something that is wrong. That is methylhexanamine on the board, if you would let me show you-”

“That’s it, detention.”

“Detention, for wanting a proper education,” Logan said, standing up.

“You will sit back down or I’ll make it two.”

Logan was quiet for a moment. He and the teacher seemed to be having a staring contest of sorts.

“I will sit down when you correct you’re mistake,” he said after the long silence.

“That’s two,” Mr. Moon said. “Now sit down and quit disrupting my class or I will call the principal’s office and have you sent there right now.”

Logan did what he thought was best in the moment. “Call her.”

***

“Oooh, I did not see that coming,” Roman said, seeming quite interested in Logan’s story.

“You said that. To a teacher.” Patton looked mortified.

“He was being stubborn and refused to admit to his mistake, how does that help anyone in our class?” Logan said.

“I think you did the right thing, teachers suck,” Virgil said.

Mr. Somnus looked at Virgil briefly, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he went back to scrolling on his phone.

“Your turn, little mouse,” Remus said, pointing at Patton.

“Me?” Patton said, his face going bright red again.

“Let me guess, you were late to class one to many times because you stopped to pick up worms on the sidewalk after the rain,” Remus said.

Patton was quiet.

“No, that’s not it. You...” Remus thought it over. “You found an injured squirrel on the way to school and brought him to class with you.”

Patton shook his head. He looked like he was going to cry.

“Will you knock it off?” Virgil said.

“Well, now I’m really curious.”

Patton mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” Remus said, cupping his ear.

“I...I hit him,” Patton said, pointing at Deceit in the back.

Remus eyes lit up. “I did not see that coming. Do tell.”

Deceit slammed his book shut. “We are not talking about it.”

“Don’t be such I baby,” Remus said. He turned back to Patton. “Go on, give us all the juicy details.”

***

It was fifth period. Patton was running late for lunch. It had rained the night before, but now the sun was beating down and there were many unsuspecting worms still chilling on the sidewalk. Patton spent he first twelve minutes of the period getting them to safety.

( “I knew it!” )

While Patton was doing that, Virgil was eating lunch, alone. He was waiting for Patton. They ate lunch together everyday. Virgil hadn’t packed himself much, just a sandwich and an apple. Sometimes Patton brought an extra cookie to share, which Virgil always appreciated.

As Virgil bit into his sandwich, Deceit walked by. He hadn’t noticed Virgil’s backpack sitting on the ground next to the table and ended up tripping over it. He landed hard on the ground, his tray of food painting his clothes on the way down. The whole cafeteria laughed as he fell.

Deceit stood up quickly, leaving his food littered on the floor. He turned to Virgil, who was still eating his sandwich.

“This is your fault.”

Virgil swallowed. “Watch where you’re going next time.”

“Don’t put your junk in the middle of the walk way!” Deceit nearly yelled.

“It wasn’t.”

Deceit got closer. “It was.”

“Look, how about you go to your table and I stay here and we just stay out of each others way,” Virgil said.

“First, you’re buying me a new lunch,” Deceit said.

“It was an accident, I’m not paying for your lunch.”

Deceit grabbed Virgil by the hoodie. “Yes you are.”

Patton had walked in just a moment before. When he saw Deceit grab Virgil, he raced over. Without thinking, he swung, hitting Deceit right across the face.

Deceit let go of Virgil’s hoodie, stumbling back a bit as he raised a hand to his cheek.

“Don’t touch him.” Patton stood tall, his fists still balled at his sides.

Virgil stared at Patton with surprise. He couldn’t imagine Patton hurting a fly, lt alone a person.

“You hit me,” Deceit said with a mixture of shock and anger.

The adrenaline started wearing off, and what had just happened sunk in for Patton. His breath picked up as he fought back the panic.

“A-are you okay?” he asked.

“No I’m not okay! You hit me!”

A teacher walked over with a student in tow.

“What is going on here?” She asked.

“He punched me in the face!” Deceit said, pointing at Patton.

“You hit him?” The teacher asked.

“Because he grabbed Virgil,” Patton said.

“That doesn’t give you the right to hit people. You should’ve been more like Mr. Picani here and gotten a teacher to defused the situation.”

“He grabbed Virgil,” Patton repeated.

“Detention, for both of you,” the teacher said.

“Are you kidding me?” Virgil said.

“Excuse me, Mr. Storm?”

“Patton was just trying to help and he’s being punished.”

“We don’t condone violence of any sort,” the teacher said.

“That’s stupid. He deserved to be punched.”

“Well then, if you think that, you can join Mr. Morris and Mr. De Sete in detention after school today.”

***

“Wow.” Remus clapped. “I guess we have a winner. I can’t believe I missed that.”

“No,” Patton said. “Hitting people is wrong, I know better.”

“How strong is he?” Roman asked Deceit.

“Comparing stories of how we got detention is childish,” Deceit said.

“You’re just all pouty because you got hit by the human equivalent of a teddy bear,” Roman said.

“I agree with Deceit, this is childish,” Logan said.

“Can you not call me that? I already have to point up with this loser calling me that.” He pointed Remus.

Remus winked at him. “You know you love me.”

“What do you want to be called?” Logan asked.

“My name,” Deceit said, his tone saying it should’ve been obvious. “You know my name, don’t you?”

“In my defense, I’m new to this class, I haven’t memorized everyone’s name.”

“We’ve been in several classes together for the past two years.”

“Four o’clock everyone,” Mr. Somnus said as soon as the hour was up, interrupting the students. “You’re free to leave and I’m free to leave once all of you get out of here, so get moving.”

***

This is all that I have planned, but I do find this au fun, if anyone is interested in more, I’ll write more, if not, this has been fun

I got amphetamine and methylhexanamine off of Wikipedia, if they don’t actually look similar, I’m sorry

Taglist: @a-black-pegasus

I take constructive criticism.

Chapter four can be found here

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #detention #au #human au #high school au #bullying #pun's fic

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serotoninwriteson · 4 years

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FREELANCERS

Anxiety to the Tune of Rain

Somnus

Final Fantasy XV Soundtrack

Ellis listened to the pitter-pat of rain against the windowpane of the [insert name] Adventurer’s Guild, her home and workplace. She was sketching the room for what felt like the thousandth time since she started living here. She didn’t mind the practice though, and she always seemed to find a new angle to draft things from.

Benny kept leaning in close to the windows to snap pictures of the raindrops against the glass. He always had an eye for unique pics, and it occasionally gave Ellis something more abstract to draw. His headphones covered his ears, keeping him in the zone. He didn’t fear the thunder, not like Ellis did. He was just easily distracted if not careful. She found that to be one of his most endearing and most frustrating traits.

Caspian sat behind the counter of the bar. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and took another sip of his drink. If you asked him what it was, he would lie and tell you it was coffee - black, of course. He had a bit of a complex with being seen as weak. Though Ellis knew the truth. He couldn’t stand the bitterness of coffee, and was actually drinking a black tea blend with a few sugar cubes and some honey mixed in to lighten the bitter taste.

Nine was stretched out on a couch, arm propping his head up as a pillow. His dark shades covered his eyes, making her wonder if the man was asleep or if he was simply just lounging around. Though, judging from those soft breaths, the scary-looking man probably was asleep.

A thunder clap sounded, breaking the peaceful world. Ellis began to tremble, rocking back and forth to ease her mind. She never could handle loud noises. Probably had something to do with the scar that covered half her face and her lack of memories.

Caspian glanced over, a look of concern on his face. “All well, Ellis?” he asked. She forced a nod. “I’ll… I’ll be fine. Just need a minute.”

Benny lowered his headphones from his ears, letting them rest around his neck with the goggles he always wore. He glanced anxiously between Caspian behind the bar and Ellis shaking in a booth. Finally, he settled on looking at the former.

“Thunderclap?” he asked.

Caspian just nodded.

In a few moment’s time, Benny had crossed the room and motioned for Ellis to scoot over in the booth. He eased in next to her, taking one of her trembling hands in his and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, softly and gently. He offered a small smile. “How ‘bout you borrow my headphones?”

She looked at him, eyes wide. “You sure?”

He nodded. “’Course I’m sure. Nine’d kill me if he woke up and saw we just let you sit there scared stiff.”

Ellis wouldn’t put it past Nine. As the tank of the group, he was somewhat of an unspoken leader when it came to action, though Caspian was both their healer and tactician when it came to jobs. Still, Nine was the scariest of their ragtag group and it was best not to anger him. Ellis had avoided him at first when she came to live with the guild, but now Nine was more of a big soft teddy bear with a scary outward appearance. And as protective of her as the other two, lest she forget.

Benny slid the bright red headphones onto her ears. They were the nice, sound-blocking kind, bought half because Benny had thought they looked cool and the other half because Ellis needed peace in moments like this.

“What’s on the playlist today?” She moved the cushion off of one of her ears so she could hear Benny’s response.

Benny grinned. “Anything you want.”

“That old pop punk music?” she asked with a hopeful grin.

“Of course.”

He skimmed through his playlists until he came across the folder Ellis had asked for. He was more of the sort to enjoy cheery pop music that played on the popular radio stations. Ellis was more of a rebel when it came to music, enjoying the punk pop tunes and defiant lyrics. When she’d found this genre, Benny had bought as many CDs as their meager allowance could afford so he could fill his music player with her favorite songs for moments like this.

As they sat there, Benny’s thumb rubbed comforting circles into Ellis’s hand until it finally stopped shaking. With his free hand, he skimmed through the photos he took, leaving some and deleting others. Ellis watched with a small smile, her head leaning against his shoulder.

Her heart slowed, relaxed, and she breathed out a small, contented sigh. What would she do without these boys?

#freelancers story #fl ellis #fl benny #fl nine #fl caspian #ffxv soundtrack #ffxv somnus #zero draft #writeblr #tw: anxiety #tw: ptsd

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