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ok so i think i'm updating my janna lore soon because i am writing a very banger piece and i have... ideas. :)
i emerge from the primordial swamp of thesis writing with jinx and zoe being liable to start ww3. then i sink back into the ooze, whispering about "citation errors" and "powerpoint presentations"
JINX - Y POO ( chiromotif: )
Yeah, and this girl’s hair is so… multiple colors! Magic people get all the fun hair, now wouldn’t it be cool if Jinx’s hair were like electric or floated or something? It’s just blue. Blaaaaah.
“I am so cool,” Jinx crows, bracing Pow-Pow against her hip and putting its ears at a jaunty angle. She glances into the portal that Zoe made, head tilting.
Can she just, like, do that? Anywhere? Magic people really do get all the fun! If Jinx had cool magic powers, she’d never run out of bullets and there’d be so many explosions all the time but she doesn’t so there’s only explosions some of the time and that sucks.
She’s getting an idea!
“I can totally braid your hair, kid! But you’ve got soooo much and it’ll take soooo long, so like…” she makes a raspberry, rolling her eyes, “I’m gonna need a favor. You like explosions? Or shiny things?”
confidence is refreshing, she loves to see it. jinx just exudes it, the kind that comes with a lack of sense to even care. like she’s past it. so awesome. more people should be like that! the world’s going to end one day, who cares what someone else thinks right? and if you think you’re cool then who can stop you!! zoe thinks SHES great– because she is. who ELSE can spread mischief and creativity across the universe like she does HUH?
“ explosives? heheh like! with sparkles and colors? ” she gasps. the kind that blow up buildings and bridges? “ i suppose a favor for a favor is fine. ” doing a twirl, letting herself fall back on a cushion of air, legs crossed. “ a favor for a favor seems fun. want me to explode-i-fy something for you? ” emphasizing her inquiry with a burst of stardust from the palms of her hands. a couple butterflies flittering about in the aftermath. “ better be really GOOD braids, with ribbons and some beads maybe. ”
"So many colors, kid! Fifty billion-trillion, and juuuuuuuuust as many sparkles."
Woah! Zoe's really gonna explode things for her just like that? People're usually all like "oh no, Jinx, I can't commit a terrorism, I'll die!" and then she's like "haha well who cares," and throws a paint grenade through the window a building. And then a regular grenade! Anyways, this kid Totally Rules. She's got butterflies!
And then the other part of Zoe's sentence hits her. She doesn't have ribbons, because ribbons get caught in things and she doesn't need a repeat of that time where her hair caught a little bit on fire, because that sucked. And she doesn't have beads either. Maybe they should blow up a crafts store? But, like, if they blow up a crafts store there's not gonna be any ribbons left...
Bwuh! All this planning sucks. Her face was all screwed up and wrinkly because of it, like some weirdo with a college degree.
Jinx laughs, throwing one of her braids back behind her shoulder. "I can totally get ribbons and beads! I mean I totally have them. Let's blow stuff up and then I'll braid your hair. You ever blow up a bank? Money's fake anyways, so it's not like we're really doing anything baaaaaad."
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Sillyco is a perfectly reasonable name for one of the more powerful men in Zaun! As is Window-Sil, and Coco(a), and about fifty other Very Reasonable Names.
Jinx wiggles Cutlet’s knife at Silco, adopting a deep - well, as deep as she can manage - and gravely voice. “I’m dangerous, mister. But not to Jinx! Jinx is the beeeeeeeest person ever.”
Whether or not Silco is the second-best isn’t stated, but considering the context it’s a safe bet. She wiggles the knife a little bit more.
“She’s really cool, and smart, and, um, um…” Cutlet’s voice is cracking a little as Jinx furrows her brow, “um, yeah! Cool and smart!”
That’s two whole self-directed compliments. She’s getting better at that, although it’s been a slow process.
He rests an elbow on the arm of the chair, and his head against his hand - two fingers supporting under his jaw, supported in turn by his thumb - as he watches her. His smile has softened, and his blue eye is warm with pride.
“She is indeed,” he says, still addressing the plush bird. “She also has a wonderful singing voice, is very talented with engineering projects, and I would say she is a natural artist unlike any I have ever known. Nothing but talent,” he makes a small uncurling gesture with his other hand, where it rests on his lap, “As far as the eye can see.”
And his eyes now turn to the walls, where her artistic talent has turned the plain wallpaper into a riot of colour in a tangle of shapes and faces and words. “Those are new,” he notes, half to the bird and half to her. “Would you like to tell me about what inspired you, birthday girl?”
He pauses, and his head cranes back a little further, following the lines upwards. “Goodness, child, how did you manage to reach the ceiling?” He studies the artwork, then looks back at her with the same warm pride as before. “Impeccable linework as ever. That cannot have been an easy task.” A small nod to indicate the distance she would have had to cross.
Those are all totally fake. Jinx isn't that good of a singer, 'cause Sevika got mad at her about it once, and her cool inventions keep exploding, and... um... okay, maybe it isn't totally fake. She looks at Cutlet, trying to get him to back her up on this.
Cutlet, predictably, doesn't say anything. Jinx pouts, before her head snaps up at Silco's question.
"Um... I jumped," she snorts, which turns into a laugh, and soon she's doubled over on the bed clutching Cutlet. "Noooo, I climbed! I can't jump that high!"
There's a very tall, very unstable-looking stack of books on the couch next to him, and drag marks on the carpet. Silco doesn't need to be a detective to figure out what happened here. Although it is somewhat baffling how a wiry girl like her could drag a couch around.
The ceiling is covered in near-fluorescent cyan and pink, abstract shapes and lines criss-crossing and overlapping. A group of neon bunny rabbits run their way up the wall to a gravity-defying den, its entrance marked with flashbulb arrows. They faintly glow in the shadow of the corner.
It's utter chaos, the sort of thing most parents would make their children scrub off the walls, but here it remains.
“ heheheh your hair is so bluuue!!! ” giggling as she zips from one portal to another– then out again. lithe fingers tapping the ears on jinx’s mini gun. “ AWWWW it’s a bunny that’s so dang cute!!! i love it! and— a shark too!!! WOW! you’re like, so cool! ” dropping suddenly as another hole open in the floor beneath her. only to pop back out with a spin. “ can you do my hair too? can can you? i mean i cant make it blue i don’t think. but braids!!! BRAIDS!!! ”
@chiromotif / starter call! ( for jinx )
Yeah, and this girl's hair is so... multiple colors! Magic people get all the fun hair, now wouldn't it be cool if Jinx's hair were like electric or floated or something? It's just blue. Blaaaaah.
"I am so cool," Jinx crows, bracing Pow-Pow against her hip and putting its ears at a jaunty angle. She glances into the portal that Zoe made, head tilting.
Can she just, like, do that? Anywhere? Magic people really do get all the fun! If Jinx had cool magic powers, she'd never run out of bullets and there'd be so many explosions all the time but she doesn't so there's only explosions some of the time and that sucks.
She's getting an idea!
"I can totally braid your hair, kid! But you've got soooo much and it'll take soooo long, so like..." she makes a raspberry, rolling her eyes, "I'm gonna need a favor. You like explosions? Or shiny things?"
oh of COURSE "miss"demeanor and murd"her" are illegal. just admit you hate to see women having fun....
due to personal reasons i have decided to stop making sense to anyone. i will not be accepting constructive criticism nor will i be taking any questions at this or any other time
mgh. grad school is happening. i shall theoretically be around starting june, but feel free to reach out before then. i just won't be able to write much before then.
i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me
btw i snuck into the hospital and put dr pepper into the IV bag of a sickly old man and he blew up and left behind a perfectly clean skeleton
Puts a flower behind Tibbers' ear.
Wow! That's a really fancily dressed man. What's he doing here? And why's he got a really pretty flower that she's never seen before, and also why's there a ghost following him around?
Annie frowns up at him. "Um... you're haunted." Wait! That's not good manners! "Tibbers likes the flower though!"
everyone's having a blast!
He laughs, actually laughs. It’s a short sound, but it’s genuine, pulled out from great depths by her bright, quick, chaotic self.
“Inspiration strikes quickly, doesn’t it, dear?” He smiles. “Cutlet. A perfect name.” And while he has thoughts about ‘Sillyco’, yet another ridiculous nickname to join the ranks, he can appreciate the bursts of creative genius she possesses.
He makes for the sofa he is usually invited to sit on, gestures to it in order to ask permission, and then sinks into the cushions. It’s quite comfortable, even for someone who usually needs a bit more support for their seating. He’s fine, though. His eye isn’t burning and there is a relief in his limbs that give him a small window of opportunity to just... be a father.
“Mister Cutlet,” he addresses the borb in her arms with all due seriousness, “You better take good care of her. Don’t make me regret my decision to bring you here.” It’s all part of the process, isn’t it? He gets to play the tough, serious type, in contrast to her bright and bouncing glee.
Sillyco is a perfectly reasonable name for one of the more powerful men in Zaun! As is Window-Sil, and Coco(a), and about fifty other Very Reasonable Names.
Jinx wiggles Cutlet's knife at Silco, adopting a deep - well, as deep as she can manage - and gravely voice. "I'm dangerous, mister. But not to Jinx! Jinx is the beeeeeeeest person ever."
Whether or not Silco is the second-best isn't stated, but considering the context it's a safe bet. She wiggles the knife a little bit more.
"She's really cool, and smart, and, um, um..." Cutlet's voice is cracking a little as Jinx furrows her brow, "um, yeah! Cool and smart!"
That's two whole self-directed compliments. She's getting better at that, although it's been a slow process.
Pendant “Birds and flowers” made with hand embroidery on white cotton. Blue striped agate bead♥
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Hers is a destructive and chaotic kind of joy. He smiles to himself as he watches her shred the paper, and a little wider when he watches her face as she witnesses what the paper contained. She may not be easy to predict, but he knows her, and he is pleased that his guess for a proper present is correct. It’s a knack to know the right word, the right gesture, the right moment. The right gift is not something he has considered in the past. Not until she came into his life.
He remains in the doorway, watching her bounce and chatter and help the ‘borb’ stab the air with its little plastic knife. He smiles, and savours her joy, and there is a gentleness to his features never seen any other time when she looks back to thank him.
“You’re quite welcome, little spark. I’m glad you like it.” Twelve, twenty, seventeen, whatever she is or chooses to be, she is still his daughter. His chaotic, destructive, dangerous Jinx.
He has not entered her room. He knows the rules, because he helped make them. He keeps her safe, even from himself, even after all this time. He is not the exception, and that is exceptional.
“Will it have a name?” He asks, gently, head canting slightly to one side. “You’ll have to let me know when inspiration strikes.”
Jinx freezes, frowning up at the borb. What is she going to name it? It's gotta have a really cool name, because it's a really cool bird, and also because it has a knife. Stabby? Nah, that's really dumb.
She snorts out a breath, making a raspberry with it. Knifey? Mr. Stabs? These all suck. What about-
"Cutlet!" she chirps, throwing herself back to her feet. Her shoulderblade-length pigtails go flying. "Like chicken!"
She's one of the small subset of Zaunite children that's actually had a chicken cutlet, not something pretending to be one. She tilts her head at Silco, as if realizing that he's still waiting outside the doorway. "You can come in, silly." Pause. Another snort. "...Sillyco."
Looks like he has a new nickname. Watch out, Sillyco Rynard.