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good responses to getting stabbed with a sword
wtf
that’s fair
not again
are you gonna want this back or can i keep it
──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•── ❝ I've been YELLED at four times for setting trees on fire... I have tried to BURN my father a few times... ❞ Hyper mind starts thinking of all related property damage charges with cant of head as an attempt to bond with his new brother. He definitely likes to SMASH things... && spit blood everywhere.
❝ What's been your favorite thing to burn so far ?? Wait, FUCK .ᐟˎˊ˗ Lets go burn something together as a family~ .ᐟˎˊ˗ ❞ ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎
❝ ✖ | Trees ? His repertoire transcend past foliage. Abodes without tenants which crumbled, vehicles, paraphernalia or other items dictated by whims alone...
However. A person ? Whether delinquency or frustration over less-than-ideal rearing—both ?—Alex hadn’t a faintest understanding. Many suffered from wayward treatment. The Magus witnessed unspeakable damage to psyches. Reserving judgement; only half a tale, after all.
“ ... you don’t need to inform me about your, er, relationship with your dad. Just in case you’re expecting a good drilling about personal matters, ” he begins, and resumes on a lighter note. Grinning deviously. “ I gotta handful of failures from my mucking about with machinery. And I’ll need your, er, help in disposing them. ”
Ergo, destruction by conflagration. None of the portions desire salvaging. All the troubleshooting, installing or modification. They won’t budge. To the hellfire they go.
So I finally caved in and made this.
Rebagling for the day crowd.
Questioning life while eyeing his bruised and stained knuckles oft happens, and this time it involves belligerent owners of video tapes.
So I finally caved in and made this.
“ Hot Topic ? Really ? ”
Maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised. In his time aboard the Express, the only person he'd heard of that had caused any amount of trouble had been Void Archives, Welt's reluctant ally, but he had left some time ago on his own. And that had been before Dan Heng had joined; he'd only heard stories secondhand.
Of course, that didn't rule out the fact that they'd been receiving a staggering amount of visitors. Except in times of exceptional conflict--like the Battle of Amphoreus--thanks to the Space Anchors that now littered various worlds by the dozens, those they'd befriended could discover them and instantly teleport aboard the Express.
It was limited on purpose, as only Pathstriders of Trailblaze could travel between them without restriction, but their friends and allies were able to see the place they called home and could enjoy it as much as the Nameless did.
"Actually... there should be a way to remedy that," Dan Heng said after Alex had finished speaking, not wanting to interrupt him. "Have you heard of an Omni-Synthesizer? The one in the Parlor Car is too small, but there's one in our workshop that's industrial-grade. It can fabricate any parts we need, especially seeing as the Express is rather... unique for a spacecraft."
Said Omni-Synthesizer had been Mikhail's greatest contribution several Amber Eras ago, and had been their saving grace on more than one occasion. While replacing said parts could be a costly venture, it was the difference between a functional Astral Express and one mired in the vacuum of space.
At the mention of an opal-eyed woman, Dan Heng's brow drew together in confusion. "...March? Ugh, of course. She's air-headed on a good day," he groused with his usual exasperation towards his friends. "Unless... you mean someone else? Else, I'm not exactly sure who else you could be referring to."
❝ ✖ | Alex’s penchant for inventing peripherals and aids fell short in the synthesis department. One such machine refused to replicate a common item; it short-circuited and regurgitated its own schematics. It perplexed the Magus before arriving at an obvious conclusion: clashes of spell and advancements without weaving them with familiar components. The discovery of a capable—and functioning—counterpart’s a boon.
“ Omni-Synthesizer... those are rare, but effective according to hearsay. ”
And what of person he encountered out by the shopping district ? Harkening back to their introductory phase, it’s a no-brainer. Drifters and lacking social graces once more. With the inclusion of not making the most obvious query ( granted, this flaw’s exacerbated by random spurts of sporadic memory. Cursed be the experiment. )
“ Yeah, her, ” Alex responds with a lopsided grin. She did display some flightiness, thus the confidence in his answer. “ Is it often that she encounters people that’d pose a danger to her livelihood ? Heart or otherwise, I mean. ” Thankfully, no genuine interest exists. Someone else had Alex’s own in a tighthold, after all. Expression now schools itself into neutrality once more. “ Nevermind me. Lead the way to the Omni-Synthesizer. ”
Wherever this contraption’s located, it’d prove unwise to install conveniences in... ah ? Irises divert to the scant bedding. Whether carriage space’s a premium, or another remarkable excuse, there’s variations in lifestyles which Alex is not privy to. Without further ruminations, Alex exits the archives, musings locked away in a ‘ useful for later ’ section of his distractible mind.
All things considered, a cosmic train-like spacecraft of renown beckons curiosity. Tales from the lips of crew members which holds ventures outside data centers. Right arm raised for worked digits to sense any deviations of his replaced earlobe studs. Just a ghost of a touch; satisfied with the results, limb descending. Grounding exercises prevents runaway thoughts, or stall them temporarily at least.
──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•── ❝ Fire purifies~ ♡ It'll get rid of all EVILS in this world. NAME ONE evil thing that can survive being burned. You can't~ ♡ FIREWORKS ──ཀཀ MOLOTOVS ──ཀཀ HAIRSPRAY ──ཀཀ GASOLINE AND LIGHTERS are all some of my favourite things ~ 𝄞 ! ──ཀཀ JUST DON"T USE THEM ON ME ⭑.ᐟˎˊ˗ ❞ Screaming like that will ruin his vocal chords... ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎
“ Attaboy ! And I promise that I won’t fry ya. Trust me, I’ve torched others... well, to be frank, it was in self-defense. After all, I’m more of a property damage kinda guy. ”
* . ⊹ ✧ — Are you the sun, the moon, or the stars ?
the stars
You are the stars, you hang lonely in the sky, far away from everyone else. From a distance, you seem beautiful and put together, but inside you are swirling lights and chaos. People don’t understand that the reason you shine so bright is because you are burning. No one looks close enough to see your pain. No one understands you fully. They make wishes upon you and worship you and gaze at you, but no one ever really knows what you are going through. You are so far away from the others, so alone and sad. No one is nearby, no one will help you. You don’t let them see your inner chaos because you think it’s too big of a mess to handle. But it’s not, little star. You are more than just a speck of light.
tagging; whoever wants to do this.
ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎ ❝ Breaking and entering... ❞ A little hard to do when you have to be welcomed inside. ❝ Destruction of private property... vandalism. ❞
“ Listen. How many times have you committed arson ? It falls under vandalism, so... ”
headcanon questions
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .
🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?
❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?
💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?
🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?
☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?
🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?
🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?
🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?
🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?
🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?
🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?
💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?
👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?
🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?
😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?
😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?
🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?
✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?
⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?
🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?
🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?
🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?
🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?
🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?
💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?
🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?
🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?
🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?
🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?
🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?
🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?
☕ What’s their comfort drink?
🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?
🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?
🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?
🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?
🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?
🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?
🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?
🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?
🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?
🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?
🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?
🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?
🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?
👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?
🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?
🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?
💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?
⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?
“ Imagine, if you will, a Mythus AI. ”
What better tool for lazy History Fictionologists exists other than misinformation-spewing algorithms for their tasks ?
ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎ ❝ What if those come pre-installed? Will I still be a good brother? I expect great things from you. ❞
“ Let’s just focus on the present. ”
“ ... ... so what’re your favorite crimes ? ”
“ Ahh... much better. ” The perks of shapeshifting for circumventing the painful ordeal of biyearly molting.
ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎ ❝ Does it genuinely look like I can be messed up anymore?? I can be your practice run on what not to do ! ˎˊ˗ Have at it. Do your worst.. best? ❞
“ Practice run on being a deadbeat ? Nah, I’m not foisting my mommy and daddy issues onto ya. ”
ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎ ❝ I will be your BROTHER ~ ! ˎˊ˗ ❞ Happily pulling at his arm sleeve. ❝ I'm not actually a child, I just act like one ! ˎˊ˗ ❞
“ At least you admit it. ”
...
“ Okay. But I can’t promise any competency in the art of sibling-rearing. ”
“ Sometimes, I want a younger sibling, but I suck with kids. ”