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[inkmimicry]

in-abel-ility to have a consistent outfit.

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I really need to start kickin' these guys into gear.

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ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT!) TELL THE MUN HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THEIR ORIGINAL CHARACTER! what stands out? what would you like to know more about? ask away!

[inkmimicry]

more cuphead you say

[inkmimicry]

for this ploy to work, Numbah 362 had set quite a stage. they couldn't risk him stealing something too important. The code module had fallen into the wrong hands too many times.

so a map of several KND storehouses seemed a better bet. Were the storehouses mostly decoys? Yes. But it was about the performance. It was the game.

Jacob had never been on a mission that went smoothly. It made his stomach turn that this scheme had gone off without a hitch. The shrieks of fury of fright when he blasted the wall of the New York base, Fanny's angry hollering. She'd played her part well.

He hadn't needed to speak. He'd just taken the map, left damage in his wake, and off he went.

he sinks to the ground in some empty suburb, back in a familiar range.

the map is encased in a metal tube; fitted with wires, plugs, thing to keep it closed. Electricity pulses around his hands, and the cap pops open.

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the rabbit is limping through the alleyway. His coat is real fabric, real thread, some human garment, and its splattered still with thinner. He can't risk shrugging it off, lest he be seen by anybody who may be sneaking about. It had protected him from most of the splash but still...

A lank arm is leant against the wall; pistol clacking against the brick.

"I hate mankind." he mutters.

[inkmimicry]

For a more fantasy-centred story, I likened Jacob to a siren with his sound-based powers, but I didn't considered the Changeling angle. A non-human child left among the normal world, no trace of his real family or parents. Just 'appeared.' Physically resembles a 'real' human child that existed. Dormant magical abilities he doesn't understand and has no guide to. People finding him 'off.'

Jacob being a clone actually mirrors the backstories of other characters across this blog, like Francis, the bootleg toon. It IS called 'inkmimicry' after all - characters who grapple with not being 'real'. Feeling they have to prove their right to exist. Struggling to find a way to be an individual.

Gray is the same. Trying to figure out who is he is outside of being a chimerical combination of three once-living souls. Even the likes of XO and Gol, as robots, that 'imitate' organic life.

[inkmimicry]

((What I like most about your writing is how alive your characters feel. You always write so many details, like what they're doing as they talk with another muse, what they see from their perspective. Its so detailed and brings them to life. I love it!))

// Thank you so much! I do like to pepper in actions, since these are all animated characters and often in-cartoon characters will be doing something connected to their character. I think I also read it as a writing tip somewhere to help spruce things up!

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Anonymously (or not) tell me your favorite thing about how I write my character(s)!

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Send "What have you become...?" For my muses' reaction

[inkmimicry]

Grandfather, trying to keep Jacob at arm's length and therefore out of biting-his-arm-range: why can't you just be normal?!

Jacob:

: ̶̦͚͙̜͉̲̫̺̦̱͐͊̆̏̂̔́̀̋͌͒̕ͅs̶̨̧̺̠̜̻͑̄̇̑c̵̡̛̛͙̗̭̻͇̠̤͙͇̣̥̹͂̓͆̂͋͌͘͠ͅṛ̷̲̍͐̍͆͒̀͂̿̍̃̏̈́̏̑e̶̮͉̦̫̝̞̍̍͊̌̽̌̔͌͐̉̚ͅà̶̧̛̠̰̗͍̮̤̩̼̝̫̳̜̈́̏̓͛̕ͅm̸͓̩̭̺̲̘͂̀͠i̷̡̡͔͔̤͖͉̗̙͚̖͎̬̤̍͋̀́̿̅̈́͝ņ̵̧̹͈͙̹̝͌̔͐̾̏͑͑͜ͅͅg̴̢̡̣͓̼̘̞̝̦͕͗̀͛͂̆̀̎́

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the wall breaks apart like glass. Cinderblock and metal piping scatter all around. The smell of burnt rubber and the taste of static is so strong the nearby carpets and curtains ripple and twitch with it.

the buzzing, twitching form of the boy is hardly recognizable as a human figure for a moment, spawled on his knees some yards from the hole in the building. The green-yellow smog dissolves enough for him to be visable. His forms settles, small, spindly legged, big blue eyes blazing with anger.

Then Jacob is up again, form flickering in and out so badly, he's like a lagging hologram, disappearing and re-appearing bit by bit until he's back in the air. Another swoop of sound and he's zipping at Grandfather again, coming in from the left.

"You - little - gnat!"

The towering man's hand rakes through the air, missing him. The boy swerves up, and claps his hands together.

The sound wave makes the old man jolt, all right, hands clamping over his ears, a loud, furious yell layering over it. But he doesn't budge from his spot. The tendril-like ends of his cloak that obscure his feet cling like an octopus' legs, anchoring him. He swipes again, and this time grazes the boy's ankle, sending him spinning through the air.

A hand manages to completely encircle the boy, pinning his arms to his sides, so only his skinny little legs kick, head thrashing. Electricity dances along his form.

Grandfather's magic is like a muddy yellow armband; swirling around his wrist. His sneer splits his face, his brows wrinkled in concentration but it's not working. The zombification is null.

"WHY won't you give up already, you wretched little whelp!"

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[inkmimicry]

"I probably could make myself look like a dashing human gent, but, why would I need to?"