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# MALLRATCOMICS : emmy's VIEW ASKEW multimuse. › feat. canon, original, derivative, and adjacent characters. affil. w/ truthlie . also at : playmath. rules + muses ⤵

001. hey, kids! we're here to have fun. don't be a jerk. no non-standard fonts. graphics + psd credit to vanpeltgfx. i write in 3pov, present tense, small font, minimal formatting. one icon per muse.

002. some muses are single - ship. find their other halves on truthlie's blog. muses not open for shipping are: amari, bartleby, randal, brodie, jay. nsfw may be on this blog. will be tagged appropriately. i use the tag nsfw /

003. i tag everything. common tws are sexual content, vulgar speech, drugs / drug use, alcoholism, internalized / casual homophobia, religion / blasphemy. please tag nuclear talk + visuals of explosions.

004. exclusive muses : on truthlie, alyssa jones, loki, dante hicks, milly faulken, silent bob, rene mosier ... mains : on truthlie, holden mcneil, t.s. quint.

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ROSTER.

primary.

ᯓ★ amari han , oc. ( bookish reviewer, f1 enthusiast. +they. ) ㅤ♡ ᯓ★ banky edwards , canon. ( inker + colorist. ) ᯓ★ bartleby , canon. ( fallen angel, literary critic. ) ♡ ᯓ★ randal graves , canon. ( rst video owner. ) ♡

secondary.

✮⋆˙ banner bruce , derivative. ( it girl, next - gen. ) ✮⋆˙ brodie bruce , canon. ( mallrat, talk show host, comic store owner. ) ♡ ✮⋆˙ holden mcneil , canon. ( artist, total fuck - up. ) ✮⋆˙ jay , canon. ( prophet, dealer. ) ♡ ✮⋆˙ kevin kennedy , original. ( adult film star, clerk. ) ✮⋆˙ mishel rivera , original. ( editor. tired. ) ✮⋆˙ silent bob jr. , original. ( next - gen. artist. )

[jasminesanders]

[mallratcomics]

amari would do this.

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coward. drink a red bull.

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CHASING AMY • 2021

[kingprix]

🏁*:･ﾟ✧*:･  ···  @mallratcomics  (  amari  )

he  blinks  a  little  confused  ,  perhaps  even  dumfounded  .  he  really  doesnt  get  a  single  thing  theyve  been  telling  him  .  hes  not  that  old  ,  and  yet  he  feels  ancient  right  about  now  .  has  he  been  living  under  a  rock  ?  the  book  in  his  hand  is  turned  and  his  eyes  scan  the  backside  ,  whats  written  on  it  ...  the  little  description  of  whats  to  be  expected  in  this  novel  that  features  two  racers  in  a  rather  raunchy  position  atop  of  a  formula  one  car  .  landons  head  tilts  while  he  tries  to  make  sense  of  it  .  and  then  the  name  of  the  main  character  ...  ❛  lenn  mcking  ?  ❜  eyebrow  raises  ,  then  his  eyes  meet  amari  again  .  he  tries  to  smile  ,  but  fails  miserably  .  it  seems  more  like  a  pained  expression  that  now  is  on  his  features  .  ❛  and  youre  meant  to  tell  me  ...  people  actually  read  this  ?  ❜

[mallratcomics]

  " lenn mcking, the hottest, sluttiest, racer in the entire. is it league? is that what you're in? league, right? " they're grinning, smile spread ear - to - ear, wicked and bright. arms cross over their chest, and gaze flickers from the book in his hands — KA - CHAO, the silliest reference possible ... and the lamest attempt to avoid copyright infringement. (amari had preordered the book the moment it had been announced.) " ohhhhh yeah. the most popular f1 romance i can think of has, like, thirty - thousand reviews on goodreads, or whatever. and there's soooooo many different books in that genre, too. i think hockey's the most popular sport romance in, like ... traditional publishing, but there's so much. you'd be surprised how much is written about you, specifically. not in books, buuuuuut ... " fanfiction is one helluva topic, isn't it?

[mallratcomics]

@differentkinds as heather duke , alright. mistakes were made.

  " oh, you think? MISTAKES WERE MADE? no fucking shit, mistakes were made. " he's trying not to let the hurt show on his face, but the frown is unmistakable. he'll mask it with anger, as always. except this is a chick, and there's no holden to hold him back. " your boyfriend's a fucking moron. " banky thinks he'll leave it at that, before his anger, once again, as always, gets the better of him. " does he ever, like ... think before he does anything? or says anything? OR SCHEDULES ANYTHING? or did he get his head smashed between too many cymbals the last time he was hitting on that drummer? "

  okay, a little bit of a dick move. whatever. " what in the fuck would possess him to have the two idiot twins on to promote the movie instead of — i don't know — the ones who made the whole goddamn thing possible? JAY COULDN'T EVEN GET MY FUCKING NAME RIGHT. " (and that's to say nothing about banky being referred to as a tracer. " this, " he says, with a splayed hand as a vague gesture. " is why the movie — and by extension, our series — is looked at as a joke. god, this fucking blows. " a beat, a huff, and he seems to have mostly calmed down. " i hope when one of your books gets adapted, you have the same luck. see how you like it. "

[truthlie]

' i was just checking. '     dante stares at the candy for a long moment before taking the packet,  shaking a few into his hand.   ' what,  this mirror dante just shows up out of nowhere? '     that,  in and of itself,  is already planting this firmly in nightmare scenario territory.   he passes the m&ms back to randal,  continuing,     ' if that’s the case,  i think i should be calling the cops,  not having sex with him.   like,  how’d he even get in?   the only other person with a key to my place is you! '   

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  " okay, then, let's use that logic. " the rest of the m&m's are practically inhaled, packet crumpled and tossed behind the counter — in an approximation of where the trash can usually is. (and to his credit ... close! only about six feet off target!) a sly grin spreads across randal's face, smug, but not wide, and with arms folded atop the counter, he's leaning in, conspiratorially. " if i'm the only one with the keys to your place — which, i don't know why you assumed it was your bedroom, it could've been mine, or any other indeterminate bedroom ... i think you're beginning to reveal some repressed fantasies — it would then suggest that i let your clone in. so now you have me, mirror dante, bedroom. " randal's well aware this is going to provoke a Reaction from dante, but he doesn't let the anticipation or amusement show on his face proper. " so i guess then the question is, would you fuck me AND your clone, yes or no? since i'm assuming that's already going on. "

[truthlie]

@mallratcomics as banky edwards , talent is desirable but not essential.

alyssa can’t help the snort that escapes her,  glancing over at him.     ' don’t you want the movie to turn out well?   bluntman and chronic is still your most popular work. '     and holden’s,  for that matter,  though chasing amy sold better than anyone expected it to.     ' i know it’s not gonna be some masterpiece,  considering the content of the comics  — '     HEY!   she ignores banky’s attempt to protest,  barreling on.     ' but i wouldn’t want my name attached to some piece of shit.   you know? '

[mallratcomics]

  a frown, almost comical in how full - face it truly is, is alyssa's immediate response. he wanted many things, a television show (a cartoon!). a proper graphic novel. a movie that didn't suck balls. he got none of these. it's a point of contention, too, in hindsight — he doesn't have the same fondness for b+c that holden does. (does? does he still give a fuck? he walked away.) and it's not high brow. but ... " listen, at this point, i don't even care. " and that sounds almost dystopian, from someone who has always cared way too much. " i'm in it for the cash. " alyssa laughs, something between a snort and a scoff, and he can't help but kick out at her shin under the shared drafting table. " i lost my passion for it. whatever. like you wouldn't also sell out if the mouse offered you an obscene amount of money. you are no better than the rest of us plebs. "

[mallratcomics]

@truthlie as cher bruce , i am going to need so much therapy after this.

  " babe, we are way past that. " it's so much nicer being here than it is at the secret stash. it's a special episode, some kind of reunion or whatever the hell, one where they'd asked dad to come back, just for a night, just to be a special host. he'd asked them if they wanted to be guests — and to be fair, the two of them had thought long and hard about it. (fuck no.) much as both sisters love their father (and they do! they really do, he's great!) the last thing anyone wanted was to be a part of the inevitable train wreck which was brodie bruce's return to the tonight show.

  still, they were sure to be front row of the studio audience — this was so much better than watching backstage, even considering the camera turned to them at one point when dad shouted them out. nothing could've prepared banner for how much fun it would be to watch dad rack up fcc violations left and right. there was one, one single story, one anecdote — the only thing that banner had to hide her face over. one she doesn't think she can face her dad after again. (one that makes her look at her mother and ask WHY?)

  " i think i'm going to have chocolate - related ptsd for the rest of my life. "

[victoriousfidelity]

"I mean, it's not really my area of expertise, obviously."

small starter for @mallratcomics (Holden)

[mallratcomics]

  " hey, " holden teases, elbow gently knocking into her arm. " art is art, right? " a grin, now, and holden exaggerates, tilting his head while he studies the canvas. an index finger extended, pointing at the blended shadow behind the figure. " you really got the style down. just gotta be a little harder with the shadows. this isn't delicate work. " a gesture back to his own work, a sardonic grin now playing on his lips. " a skill i very clearly have not mastered myself. "

[mallratcomics]

@truthlie as holden mcneil , i wish i could take it all back.

  " you wish you could take it all back? " banky speaks so flatly, it's almost impossible to catch the bubbling anger that's brewing in him. it's always been there, even while it took on other forms. even when it looked like a blonde with two filed down nails. even when it looked like a film contract thrown into the shredder. even when it looked like a firm kiss, couched in a threesome proposal. even when it was banky's heart that was breaking at the expense of holden's happiness. (he was selfish, and he tried to break them up, but holden was the one who torpedoed it. not him.)

  banky's hand curls into a tight fist, though it does nothing but tremble. he can't bring himself to lash out at holden. not like that. no matter how much he desperately wants to. maybe a good sock to the jaw would help. maybe his hands wrapped 'round his throat, like those stupid fucking troglodytes at comic con deserved — no, no, because that has too many implications, and worse, still, that's not fair.

  holden mcneil was a very simple to understand man. for as selfish and angry as banky's always been — he can't find it in himself to hate him. he wants to. he does, sort of, but not really. not in the way he'd hated alyssa — and he doesn't hate her, never did. hated himself so deeply, that — as hooper'd put it — he'd woven it into misogyny, into homophobia. into all the things he'd felt about himself, so much easier to project right onto her. and now, now that he's spent more nights passed out in alyssa's bed than he has in the same apartment as holden at all lately, he gets it. if they were compatible, he'd have fallen in love with alyssa too. (he has, genuinely. maybe even deeper than holden — but this will last. maybe the most solid friendship he's ever had, holden included. and that's really fucking scary to think about.)

  but no matter how much he, banky, loves alyssa, it hurts to be reminded that after twenty years of (best) friendship, he'll never live up to her. he doesn't view her as competition anymore. (can't. not when she calls him robin as she presses her waxy lipstick to his cheek, or drapes herself across his lap when they've both had a little too much to drink, and they look like a couple, but he's just so happy to feel love.) and yet, holden always manages to dig those ugly feelings back up. fuck you, holden.

  banky blinks, once, twice. there's a burning taste of bile in the back of his throat — why don't you start with an I'M SORRY? I'M SORRY, BANKY, FOR RUINING TWENTY YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP? I'M SORRY FOR OUTING YOU, THEN MOCKING YOUR LATENT HOMOSEXUALITY? I'M SORRY FOR RECOGNIZING YOUR VULNERABILITY AND TURNING IT INTO A CIRCUS ACT? I'M SORRY FOR BREAKING YOUR BEST FRIEND'S HEART AND YOURS, BUT ONLY EVER APOLOGIZING TO HER? — he says none of this. " yeah, well. maybe write another fucking comic. she's single, by the way. bad break-up. looking for a rebound. you have another shot. she likes men who grovel. "

[mallratcomics]

when people call banky by his birth name / legal name he pretends to be angry about it, but dear god does he swoon .

[askewprompts]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. — from the 1999 film. adjust as necessary. tw. religion, sex.

do it and i'll fucking spank you!

what have i been doing with my life?

that's really all life is, it's a series of a moments.

we're going home.

quit leering at me. people're gonna think i just broke up with you.

i don't wanna die!

you really are just a simple creature.

i don't think a killing spree is gonna make things better for us.

i'm talking about divine justice here.

if i had a dick, i'd go get laid.

i don't think i have any faith left.

you're suggesting i need to get filled?

i think god is dead.

no pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater than central air.

just sit down and shut up.

i'm pissed off is what i am.

no wonder you're single.

if there isn't a movie about it, it's not worth knowing, is it?

i'm trying to keep our profile low.

i hate it when people need it spelled out for them.

he's the quiet type.

fuck this town, man!

how am i supposed to strike fear into the hearts of the wicked with this?

i had to do all the work.

any moron with a pack of matches can set a fire.

movies are fucking bullshit.

i didn't ask you out for sex.

you wanna be my girlfriend?

look at me. i don't even know where i am half the time.

no married man kisses his wife like that.

are you married?

nobody is fucking me!

you can't just go around breaking people's hearts like that!

i fell in love with you!

kill it! kill it!

you're awfully nude.

death is a worry of the living.

i ain't no angel.

i can't wait to die.

you gonna listen to this shit?

isn't much i don't know about you.

you're doing it again. stop.

you lead a good life. good for you.

don't run! don't run!

you're getting off light.

i can inspire anyone i meet and give out a zillion and nine ideas a second, but i can't keep any for myself.

it doesn't matter what you have faith in, just that you have faith.

everybody is looking for you.

you're a true friend.

you can change an idea. changing a belief is trickier.

[name] tells me you're gonna sleep with him?

how long have you two been together?

you think we're lovers? no, no, we're not gay.

do i come off as gay?

i was ... dumped once.

they always tell you it'll hurt less with time. when actually, it hurts more.

we need drinks.

when do you think you lost your faith?

one day god just stopped listening.

i'd give anything to feel that way again.

how do you kill an angel?

get your fucking hands off me!

all i'm saying here is one of us might need a little nap.

you sound like lucifer, man!

you've fucking lost it!

why are we enemies?

i'm tired of all this cryptic bullshit.

i fucking hate you!

i wish i could take it all back.

you are [name]. no one can take that away from you.

i say we get drunk, because i'm all out of ideas.

i wouldn't want to let the family down, now, would i?

alright. mistakes were made.

god doesn't live here anymore.

you wouldn't like me when i'm angry.

i'm feeling a little exposed here.

what are you, some kind of fucking chicken?

i was an artist!

take your best fucking shot.

the whole fucking world's against us, dude.

we still exist.

i was gonna shoot his ass!

this is just eons of repression getting purged.

why? what are you trying to prove?

this wasn't my idea!

i just wanted to go home.

you look terrific!

you sick, twisted fuck!

this is the apocalypse.

i'm sorry.

thank you.

who the fuck are you?

one of the drawbacks to being a martyr is that you have to die.

you might wanna take good care of yourself.

i really enjoyed meeting you.

crisis of faith over?

why don't you name the kid after me?

[playmath]

emmy's blogroll .

001. @playmath , will hunting. ( good will hunting ) 002. @mallratcomics , view askewniverse multimuse. 003. @inbelief , general multimuse. 004. @alivefor , shannon beck. ( fandomless oc )

technically i have ryland + sie , but i'm easing back into the latter, and the former is on my regular multi until people can behave lol .

[truthlie]

dante has long since grown used to randal’s compulsion to break a silence with some inane question.   on a good day,  he finds it equal parts charming and irritating.   on a bad one,  it makes him want to sock randal in the mouth,  then enjoy the goddamn peace and quiet.   TODAY HASN’T BEEN SO BAD.   it helps that the shop has been blessedly empty for the last hour.   and this question isn’t so bad,  compared to others randal has asked.   (famous last words?)     ' when you say my clone,  you mean someone who’s an exact genetic copy of me? '

[mallratcomics]

  he behaves. at least, to the extent that he stops himself from rolling his eyes. " well, that is, generally, the accepted definition of CLONE. " still, he's a good boy, doesn't go back behind the counter to ransack the mags, or steal a pack of cigs. (he makes up for it, easily, snagging a packet of m&ms from the candy aisle.) randal's poured about half the bag into his mouth before he has a second thought, holding out the spit - slicked pouch to dante. " you're overthinking this. you, mirror dante. bedroom. easy. what are you doing? "

[raesource]

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?