“Oh my yes. My Uncle owns a lovely Italian place, maybe you’ve heard of it? Le Coeur Brisé? It’s quite popular despite the name. I tried telling Uncle what the name meant, it’s funny really, but he didn’t seem to think it mattered.”
“What were we talking about? OH! Fish! I do enjoy some fresh local salmon. Minion catches them all summer. But if we splurge and get something from Nancy then I adore some swordfish or tuna.”
☾: Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)
For Megs that would be his pure excitement over science and creating things. He’s just so damn happy and energetic and I adore it. This is especially shown during the prep work going into the DNA extractor and Titan creation.
✫: Why you began RPing.
I started off writing fan fiction and a couple of my friends rped. They started talking to me about it and then me and @celestialess started shipping our muses and that was the start of my descent. XD
☂: Favorite kind of weather.
Depends on my mood, but I do really enjoy a nice light rain.
✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.
@bengalisms , @dark-blue-mondays for their writing and story creation and character depth. @1000liveslived for her au hell and ability to have Emma shine through as herself and unique in every version and @azlariel for having so many diverse muses and being damn good at very alien aliens.
☁: Favorite part of RPing.
Getting to build worlds with my friends. To weave stories together and to constant;y torture each other with feels and surprises. ❤
♪: Favorite song.
>_> This changes daily… rn it’s Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence
You are important.
Your special interests are amazing.
You are beautiful.
Your stims are beautiful.
You are needed.
You matter.
You do not need to be fixed.
The things you have to say are important.
You are loved.
I love you.
Please don’t believe anyone who tells you otherwise, this month or ever. 💕
Syx turned and gave her an incredulous look, “Oh god, no. One Doom Syndicate fighting another? I’m not suicidal. The whole city would look like a Mad Max film,” he shuddered at the devastation a full out super villain battle between powerhouses like that could potentially cause, “I want to forestall a major battle, not cause one.”
He sighed heavily and frowned softly at her show of concern, putting a hand halfway out towards her before dropping it and looking away, “I will,” he gave a half-hearted laugh and a shrug, “You know me, I always bounce back swinging.”
That last bit, though, “Fear?” his frown deepened, he was better at avoiding his darkest fears than facing them, “…how so?”
She watched him with an intelligent gleam in those pale eyes of hers, watching him react as he did. She knew this was likely hard for the blue man, and oddly enough she found herself almost sympathetic towards him. Not enough to openly help him and side with him, but certainly enough to soften her a bit in a manner that he would see from time to time (when they weren’t bickering). Much like her Father she preferred to keep a low profile… though should push come to shove, she would certainly intervene.
The question had her lips twitching just a touch, “Dad works on pleasure and happiness, yeah? The fine things in life. Call ‘imself a witch doctor fer a reason… works ta fix the ailments…,” she was speaking in riddles and she knew it… but it was how she needed to handle this right now. Where Jim used his powers to put people at ease, relax them and make them feel happy.. from what she understood and what he had told her, Jon used his smoke and powers to draw out the fear and terrify people. She hoped that Syx would catch her drift in where she was going with this, giving Syx information by explaining to him what her own Dad did with his powers…
“Yeah, so?” Syx looked at Lyn in exasperation waiting for her to finish the thought but she never did, then pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re as bad as a Sphynx.”
“There… there are a lot of ways I could interpret that,” he sighed heavily, but waved a hand dismissively at the thought, “Yeah, neutral, I get it. Hell Sphynx,” he shook his head but pulled himself together as he prepared to leave. He had so much to do.
He softened and bit his lip, “Thanks, though, Emma. It’s more than I started with.”
Shipping Call – Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 – friendship 💙 – kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 – past relationship 💜 – hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 – hateship ( enemies ) 💟 – friends with benefits ❤ – romantic relationship
♦: Relationship with your Muse.
♠: What’s one thing you dislike about your Muse?
♣: Any headcanons about your muse?
♥: One thing you love about your Muse.
☾: Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)
☄: What you think of your Muse.
♪: Favorite song.
✫: Why you began RPing.
✽: Favorite season?
❂: The Mun’s birthday. (Month and date–no year!)
☂: Favorite kind of weather.
✤: Favorite kind of food.
▲: The Mun’s Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)
●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?
☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☁: Favorite part of RPing.
✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.
▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!)
♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.
Haylee’s life was one that thrived on routine, something she insisted to keep a sense of normalcy in her when everything else would fall apart in an instant. Moving from town to town, never staying long enough to make friends by her own design. Sure, if she actually tried and talked to people, she would make friends, would be able to have some kind of connection with people, but the fact of the matter was, was her own paranoia in everything prevented her. She kept what she thought to be a healthy distance from anybody and everybody, unaware that such a thing would make her starved for any kind of interaction, even if such a thought terrified her.
It was because she was so insistent on keeping to herself, that she didn’t really pay much attention to what was around her as she got into the locker rooms, making sure to keep her eyes averted from everybody else’s as she concentrated on slowing her breathing down after her typically hard workout. It wasn’t likely a good thing that she pushed herself as hard as she did, as often as she did.. but feeling that exhaustion in her body was familiar, almost comforting in a manner that she didn’t even think about.
Walking towards the showers to wash away the sweat that continued to run down the strong columns of her back, her entire body glistening with sweat, she wasn’t entirely aware of everything going on even if she did hear the raised voices. She had always been good at managing to keep to herself, keeping out of other people’s business. She didn’t want to get involved, didn’t want to make herself known…
But when the blue haired person made that panicked noise and jerked from whatever was happening, Haylee couldn’t just turn a blind eye anymore. Feeling a pit rise in her stomach, she quickly moved forward, lips pressed together in a thin line with her displeasure, enough emotion rising through her to have a flicker of it in the false color of her green eyes… but not enough to truly break through the almost doll-like appearance of her. Rather than physically pulling the woman away from the other, Haylee placed herself between Bell and her tormentor, hands already fisted in case she would need to defend herself.
“That’s enough…” she urged, her heart pounding in her chest despite the way she held herself in preparation. She was fairly well known in this gym, enough so for the woman to hesitate when she saw Haylee. The woman with vibrant red hair didn’t make it a secret that she knew mixed martial arts, practicing it every single day in the gym they were in now.
The bullies had no desire to face off with the woman they’d regularly seen doing the routines Haylee did. They backed off, but not without parting shots, “Well I guess now we know why she looks like that. I should have known a real woman wouldn’t have those arms,” they dismissed at Haylee, “The freaks all grouping together.”
The other woman thrust her chin up, “Don’t even think about ever coming in here again you sick fucks! I’m reporting you right now. Management will ban your ass!” as they left, Belle could still hear their voices as they called her a guy as they complained to each other.
Sobbing into her knees, she bit into her finger hard, rocking in place. She needed to dress, needed to move. But she couldn’t. She wanted to scream, but she forced it inside. Even breathing was hard enough. Too much. It was all too much.
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