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what type of soul do you have?

Dominating Soul.

You have acquired the Dominating soul. not even a grave could hold your body down. it would crawl right out of the dirt. the omnipresence of simply just your being is overwhelming in an awestruck way. you may not even realise it but people aren't just afraid of you. they look up to you. but the journey to the top is a lonely one. and you ache for a companion. you ache to let yourself feel soft for once. to take of the metal helm and let yourself breathe. let the wind flow through your hair and kiss your cheeks. hopelessly gooey in the middle. but don't be fooled. don't let your leering power. your steel outer shell make you be above others. do not let it fester unchecked and create an ego too big for your mortal body. reality check yourself every now and then, it couldn't hurt. or it might. You share a soul type with D'arce and Francois.

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the face she makes when she's thinking real hard about stabbing someone unfinished, but i just kind of wanted to post something

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the girl from the other side is pretty good.

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no boops

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what is your muse's morning routine?

Aside from crawling out of bed to shower so she doesn't develop a smell, she isn't really one for routine. She doesn't even wake up at a consistent time, so there's not much point in having one.

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Muse Meme Board Your muse, as described by memes and shitposts!

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i wanna play her again

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Maybe drawing out a few of those animatic scenes for LP would help you get it out of your system. If you did, would you use any of your established OCs or come up with new guys?

I've thought about it. Just don't have the time right at the moment. I have a pretty clear vision of what I think Darius and Nolan and "Me" look like but it'd be kind of fun to inject OCs like my girl from WildStar. Got bigger fish to fry rn but maybe it's something I can board out when I'm ass-deep in my mania at 4 in the morning.

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I have nothing to report except that Lake Ponchartrain has been playing on repeat in my head for the last 72 hours straight. I have mentally storyboarded an entire video and researched maps and locations and I would very much like off of this fucking ride, please. Kill me if you must. This needs to end.

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Flight Rising Meme - Vin

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The camera pans to Vin, nestled in the corner of a white leather couch, vigorously picking between her toes with a pair of chopsticks.

"What."

How would you describe Vin in one word?

Without hesitation, “Stubborn.”

...Yes, they said one word, and yet— “Reckless. Crabby. Independent. Genuine. Hmm...” He sighed. “Rustic.”

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Vin's lower jaw jutted out. It took a moment of thought for her to even recall any times she'd ever gone "fast".

"I dunno. What do you count as fast?" At most, she'd maybe hitched a ride on a scooter or one of those novelty rickshaws that did business in the richer parts of town. But other than that she'd been content to travel on foot. "Don't think public transport counts, does it."

Of course it didn't.

Riding in the Tube wasn't anything like gripping handles, white-knuckled, trying to keep your ass planted on a narrow seat while you barreled through underbrush and dodged between trees like they were not long after the conversation ended, putting miles between them and the city proper in minutes unlike the congested, mildew-smelling subway system. It was a relief to be somewhere that felt a little more natural, even if it was all whizzing past her faster than she could take any of it in.

In time, she let herself settle down into the seat, though she still gripped the handles for dear life despite the near-zero likelihood of her falling off with Talon acting as a wall behind her. This all would have been so much more thrilling had her stomach not decided it would be far safer in her feet, proceeding to make a fuss the entire way down. Travel by vine killed any possibility of motion sickness, but only barely.

It was a blessedly short ride - shorter than she'd anticipated, anyway. The bike began to slow, and at first Vin wondered if maybe something had gone wrong that necessitated a pit stop. But then she saw the first outbuilding peeking out of the foliage, followed by other, larger shapes that wouldn't have been immediately obvious if she hadn't known to look for them. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but this still seemed about right considering the little bits she'd managed to pry out of him in conversation.

"Huh."

He'd made a mental note not to drive too fast even before he saw the bandana, which was less about head protection and more about keeping her hair out of her face. At least midoans were resilient. Especially Vin. Still, Talon couldn't help a pang of relief when she answered the question. Front would be easier.

He also couldn't help a grin behind the mask. The bike closer resembled a spaceship than the scooters she's seen before, he assumes, so isn't surprised when she doesn't know how to approach it. An amused chuff rumbles in his deepest throat, and he walks casually around in front of her, lifting one leg over the side of the bike with ease.

Under the cloak, it was easy to forget Talon was a few inches taller than he often was; his hunched posture and bowed legs briefly stretching out to mount the vehicle. He fits one clawed foot into a groove below, the other settled upon the ground as he pushes his weight back and makes space in front, more than enough for Vin to fit. The cybernetic tail is wrapped around a piece of the cycle that extends just far enough for it to fit perfectly.

“Here,” Talon cajoles, one hand wrapping around a handle as the other pats the free spot in his front, shrugging his cape more over his shoulders as he does.

The vehicle has a shield that spreads around the front — probably to keep the many, many bodies of water it was riding from soaking his legs every time. The cockpit of the thing has lower handles on the interior, conveniently more in reach than what Talon was gripping. When the bike hummed to life, power thrummed under the seat, and it made the outside seem lukewarm if not cold, comparatively. When Vin was in place, he revved the engine and joked, “No relation, what's the fastest speed you've ever gone in your life?”

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Is that little Vin in a bubble for a sticker or tag? It came out really well, btw! She’s a cute riggamarol in any of your styles, naturally.

She's a sticker, currently. I'll be making a charm out of her after the new year, probably. Thanks! :)

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grabbing strangers by the lapels, staring deep into their eyes, demanding, ARE YOU NORMAL???????

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things that make you go

like seeing a name you thought you buried long in the past but there it is and it's taking every thread of restraint not to scream into the abyss.

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In the minute it took Vin to rifle through her belongings, the best she could come up with for "head protection" was a ratty leather bandana that she tied on as they walked. It wouldn't keep her brains from painting the pavement but at least it'd keep her hair looking... okay? Ish? She didn't really know why she bothered but it was better than nothing at all, she figured.

Besides, Talon didn't exactly strike her as a reckless driver.

At least not when he didn't have to be.

"Guess I'll take the front," she mumbled, sizing up the vehicle as she strode up to it, not really sure of what to make of it. Her exposure to such things had already been limited, having grown up in a place where the most convenient form of transit was a glorified bucket on a pulley or a big, fat vine that you hoped wasn't attached to something predatory at the top. On top of that, the only things that could really fit into the narrows around her building were the little putt-putt scooters preferred by the delivery boys who came bearing noodles to hungry residents. Nothing at all like this monstrosity that stood easily three quarters of her height—and that was while it was off.

"How do, uh..." Her head tilted, her lips twisting into a confused little frown. "How do I get on this thing?"

“I just don't like guests. Usually.” That wasn't surprising. The only part that was was that he was inviting her over. Too far to back out now, though. He peels himself from the wall, and beckons with a flick of his tail for her to follow. “Bring head protection if you have it.”

Then he led Vin down to street-level, through an alleyway and to the outskirts. People rarely came out this far, and right now it was deserted. Most seemed to be in closer to the streets — where the party was. Moving around to the side of a dilapidated looking building, they came to where his motorcycle was parked under the shade. It looked halfway between a bike and a hover-vehicle, something clearly modified for his weight and size in mind. There was no question as to whether Vin would fit.

“You wanna sit in the front or the back?”

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I finally finished this, holy shit.

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