We Will Be Heroes

independent multimuse! Featuring Hatsune Miku from Crypton Future Media!

[cometsouls]

Character Name: Miu Tamo Age: Verse Dependent (but usually 24) Personality: Miu is a hardworking farm girl who takes care of the farm left behind by her father. It’s that hard work and dedication that allows her to run it by herself, though perhaps the Gods seem to smile on the land that allows it to be so fruitful. Many describe her to be a sweet and kind person, but many don’t know the snappiness towards those that require it and a fussiness to those she cares for. She is one to think before she speaks, heavily cautious of what she says now that her new position depends on her ability to wade through politics. To those that live in her village, many suitors have come call her the ‘Hidden Rose of the Valley’. For many, she’s too busy to be found, but the glimpse is well worth.

Backstory/Character Background:

Many rarely live lives they don’t regret. Miu’s father was always the main figure in her life. She can’t remember her mother past pictures, never her own memories. The meaning of hard work was drilled in, and hard work was always rewarded. Her life has been filled with happiness and joy. Where she got to travel in horse drawn carts bringing their produce to the main kingdom. How it was filled with delicious food and laughter! It wasn’t always perfect, but the father and daughter pair made it work until the end.

All good things do end. Her father received the greatest blessing one could get. A peaceful death, surrounded by friends and family.

Getting back on her feet was hard work, and luckily she had many people to help along the way. Eventually, Miu was able to take over fully and keep Tamago Farms running. After all, many buy the delicious produce sold by the cutest girl the eastern valley has! (Just wanted to get this out there, I didn't want to go in and try to fix the old ass code on my site so here ya go! I have ideas for other verses and she's my main muse rn. So dont be afraid we probably can work something out. One art is Ai, the rest is my own art.)

[for-pete-sake-memes]

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For those too shy to actually ask to ship

[scottnaomi]

me to partners: please take however long u need to reply literally reply whenever pls dont ever feel pressured ever okay u matter

me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they’ll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me

[cometsouls]

WAIT ASKS CAN BE LONG AS SHIT NOW?

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Aight some of yall gotta read Dungeon Lordby Hugo Huesca and especially on audible that shit is fire and damn how I'd wanna write in that world.

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Jumping back on after years and seeing all the people I used to talk to gone for so long or deactivated all together. Like damn.

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I finished watching jujutsu kaisen! Idk if I’ll add any muses but I certainly will add a verse soon for Miku! I might add one for Ryuko and Angela as well!

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Might try to bring myself back here y’all. We shall see

[cometsouls]

If any of y’all watched arcane it do be making me want to come back and write Vi and Jinx, maybe caitlyn

[cometsouls]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

Stolen by : @staticfog​

tagging : anyone!

Casually, the same way you love to breathe

You want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

[fenixdown-tbd-deactivated202107]

     “Dum - da - da - daaaaah!”

     It was only polite to announce her presence, after all, leaning her chin onto her palms and settling into a mid-air sit.

     “You rang?”

[cometsouls]

Surprise and shock was apparent in the woman’s face. Blue eyes blinking rapidly at the figure that appeared before her. She had only come more so out of respect for the lands, rather than a true deep feeling of belief. Though her mind was quickly changing. 

“O-Oh my gosh...I-I..Uhm...Er..” Miku stammered, hands fidgeting as she quickly bowed her head. “I-I didn’t mean to disturb you! I-I’m sorry I was just- I was leaving my offering. I-I hope you like it.” She had bought some strawberries for the occasion, after having asked what kinds of gifts she was supposed to bring.

[cometsouls]

WHAT’S YOUR UNDERLYING MOTIF?

the orange

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

tagged by : @ireallymisscoffee​

tagging : WHOEVER WANNA DO THIS 

[cometsouls]

WHAT BODY PART ARE YOU ?

Tongue

A tricky part. Seemingly built for one purpose, but capable of so much more. It’s not just pure lust or gluttonous intentions that define the tongue, but joyous laughter that rolls off, catching a snowflake, talking so fast you can barely keep up. Sometimes you can get carried away, lost to the flavours and sensations of new, always itching to try more, and sometimes you forget when to hold yourself back and restrain your eagerness. The tongue is passion, of every good and negative connotation implicit in that, exemplified. In their kiss, you can taste revolution. Chase it, lose yourself to the sensations and wallow in it until everything else can fade away to nothing. It’s the one luxury you can allow for yourself, after all that you’ve endured. Stop biting down, be free.

Tagged by: @ireallymisscoffee​ (TANKS BBY!!!)

Tagging: WhOEVER WANTS IT COME GET IT 

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ireallymisscoffee​:

her reaction was stronger than he’d expected - most people these days slept with one eye open & here he was, waltzing into the room with heavy leather boots across creaking floorboards & the little lady almost fainted. suppressing a little sneer at her carelessness, joel reminded himself that some people here were - in fact, normal. some hadn’t lived like he did - some had jumped from camp to camp & didn’t really know what it was like to be out there. 

he would’ve explained, but he didn’t need to - her pretty head worked out the details all by itself & all he had to do was wait for her to put the pieces together. when it clicked, he offered a faint little smile, then a nod followed. she’d stayed much longer, had missed out on dinner plans apparently & worried friends had found maria who then found him. of course. 

“‘s fine. but yeah, i’m takin’ you back to maria.” maria was a good leader, she did her best with a growing community - she did pretty well. jackson had come far over the years & it wouldn’t be the same if not for her & tommy. joel had seen so many groups fail. not this one & he’d made it his goal to help where he could. “grab your stuff, i’m gonna wait outside.” if they had to track back because she rushed, he’d riot. so. joel made his way back outside & waited for her to join him. when she did, he heard the pitter patter of her feet long before he saw her run down the hallway. 

“good to go?”

“To Maria?” She asks again, as if confused by the statement before another bout of realization hits her. Of course Maria would want to check in on her to make sure she was safe. “Right. Ok, uhm..” Head turns to look around, a bit more frantic to try and find what she needed to take with her so the man wasn’t standing there for too long. Thankfully, he took his leave to wait outside and the pressure of trying to rush had been lifted. Not completely, but now she didn’t feel like she was racing against the clock. 

A hand runs over Miku’s face, as groan leaves her. Hopefully there wasn’t too much trouble caused by her ‘disappearance’. She was thankful that her friends had cared so much to try and find her. She wouldn’t have been the only teacher to stay here late but this late? Especially since the school was a bit away from the main town, so when she didn’t show up after reassuring them she could get back by herself, they did the only thing they could. Guilt seeped in, as she opened up her bag to stare at the empty canvas before finally gathering her things. The woman put unfinished music sheets in her bag from the piano. Pencils that she had been using carefully placed into a box before tossed into the tote. Books, and a few other personal belongings were put in before she finally rushed down the hall. 

A little out of breath, but the woman manages to meet the other outside. Southern drawl reaches her ears, as she nods with a smile. A thumbs up was given before a chipper reply. “Yes! Everything is good to go! Lead the way.” Same hand gestures him forward, before Miku follows suit. 

The walk was quiet for a minute or two, and Miku found herself staring at him for a good few seconds straight. He looked so familiar but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Who was he? You’d think she’d remember after being here for so long, and she was sure he wasn’t new. Even when Joel began to notice her stares, it didn’t stop her for another few seconds before her eyes widened in recognition. 

“Aha!” A fist lands on an open palm, before brown eyes finally settle in front of her. Proud smile spreading across her cheeks as the memory finally clicks. “I was wondering where I knew you from! You’re Joel, aren’t you?” 

[naru-uzumaki]

psa. I want a passionate ship — a ship that has heart stopping angst, that allows your muse to pin mine against a wall and make out with them if they have the desire to, that makes me make the most inhuman noises when they are even close to one another, that let’s the muses just let their development fly and soar to new levels everyday, that will make me yell at you forever and ever for making me ship them more and more. I want that type of ship.

[ireallymisscoffee]

@cometsouls​ || as plotted for miku mia

missing people weren’t joel forte, or maybe they were & he was being too humble about it, but he really didn’t appreciate being the first to go to for a search party. this one admittedly seemed harmless, a missing woman inside the walls. that could only mean two, maybe three things; one - she ran away, two - she got bit & was hiding, or three - it was nothing. he knew which of the three he preferred, but these days all three were very much possible. 

he knew who he was looking for - since joining the settlement, joel took it upon himself to learn, so that every name in town he had a face for. he had to know about everybody, he put ellie’s safety in their hands after all. the woman he was searching for hadn’t been seen in hours, not since school was out. joel knew where that was. 

calling out the first time after he set foot in the building, music reverberated through the halls. he .. assumed he only had to follow it, if it was her. it likely was nothing, option three. the closer he came, the clearer the music sounded, up until only a door separated him from the source. it was ajar, so he could hear the singing inside & it truly baffled him for a good, long minute. there were plenty of wanna-be singers in town, people like him & tommy, but this seemed like so much more. 

short couch announced his presence, followed by a few knocks on the door frame he leaned against. “mia, right? town’s lookin’ everywhere for you.”

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Fingers danced across ivory keys, every note on scribbled paper falling right into place. Strings being tapped by the tiny hammers in the instrument to ring out in the halls. Ever since they had finally fixed up the piano, Miku had been spending so much time just sitting and playing to her hearts content. Voice ringing out as she moves to the rhythm, every word feeling exactly how she wanted to. Words glide across her tongue as the melody drifts in the air, all alone without anyone else to hear. 

At least, that’s what she had thought. The creak of the floorboards hadn’t alerted the woman as much as the few knocks. A strangers voice makes keys slam in all sorts of sharp notes out of place as a gasp escapes her. “Oh geez!” Miku’s heart thuds in her chest, nearly out of breath by the intrusion. Small hand lays itself over her heart as she looks at the other. 

Brown eyes blink up at man standing at the door. Once. Twice. A few more as his words sink in. The town had been looking for her? Confusion sweeps across her face, as the woman finally speaks. “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong? I was just-” Her head turns towards the windows, the setting sun on the horizon. Miku was going to say something about staying after class, but hours seemed to have flown by without her knowledge. No wonder why there were people looking for her. 

“It’s this late already?” She murmured, before looking back at Joel. Realization sinking in as she jumps up from her seat. “I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to worry everyone!” The petite woman slides from the bench to walk up to the older man. She feels like she’s seen him before, at least once. The grizzled features call to the back of her memory but don’t seem to quite catch onto anything in specific. 

“Did they ask you to grab me? I can go back with you if that’s the case.” 

[cherryliqor-deactivated20180108]

listen I didn’t come here to ship it lightly ok I came here for it to consume my soul