The 9th gif in your folder is your muse's reaction to meeting the mun for the first time.
trying on a metaphor
One Nice Bug Per Day
Xuebing Du
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@mikethemarine
The 9th gif in your folder is your muse's reaction to meeting the mun for the first time.
“I feel like that animated gif of that was already created as you were doing it.” (x)
Mike shook his head. "I did hear he was in prison," he swallowed. His eyes kept darting around the man, still trying to piece him together. Like how the hell he could have a lookalike.
"You know why he was put there?" He tilted his head. May as well start asking questions now, at least try to figure out what this guy wanted. Well, sure, he was saying he was an Ex-Marine. And his cover with Bello was just that.
"No idea." he answered, crossing his arms. Where he came from, Bello was alive and well out of prison. None of the authorities could get close enough to touch him which made him wonder what had gone wrong here....
"It's funny, because either you know exactly what I'm talking about or you don't. Which would mean that this -" he pulled out the torn photo of himself and held it out to Mike. "is impossible as i don't exist here."
"So tell me, Mike." he said smoothly, eyes narrowing. "Why does Caza have a hit out on Mike the Marine if he doesn't exist."
Brimfield PD (Ohio) - This is the new puppy at training today….we don’t think the bullet proof vest fits….just yet
BUT HE IS WORKING SO HARD
[I'm off to bed goodnight <33 and by bed i mean reading fanfic until i pass out]
Mike cleared his throat ad withdrew his hand from the one in front of him. "Depends on who you ask," he stared, his smile leaving his face. This was absurd and weird all wrapped up into one.
"Jeremiah Bello..." The name rolled off his tongue just like his look-alike's, and he watched him carefully. "Maybe I have."
Mike narrowed his eyes, watching the man carefully as he drew back. His smile had vanished, a small frown almost visible. Mike knows that look well, he's worn it a few times himself. He shuddered at that thought. This was really weird.
His eyes fell to Mike's mouth, watching as the name rolled off his tongue easily. "I asked around. Heard he's in prison. It was... shocking to put it lightly." Mike had a feeling his opposite knew exactly who he was talking about. "That never happened where I'm from."
'Ex-Marine,' Mike thought, blinking once before taking his hand and shaking it lightly. 'My cover with Bello exactly.' "Mike..." He didn't bother stating his occupation, he wasn't interested in talking jobs. He wanted to know what the hell was going on.
"You have questions for me," he gave a small smile. "You are basically me, don't you think you can answer the questions for yourself?"
"For as smart as you look, that was a really dumb question." He noticed his opposite didn't give his occupation as Mike had - well, then again, Mike hadn't given his either. You can't exactly walk up to someone and go 'Oh I'm you from another universe but also I'm the right hand man to one of the largest drug lord's in California.'
"Fine, just answer me this then," Mike gave him his own smile. "I just need to know about Jeremiah Bello. Ever heard of him?" maybe this Mike had heard of him - head of what happened to him.
Mike blinked and stopped moving, eyeing the man before him carefully. Okay, so he looked like him, talked like him, and acted like his Mike the Marine cover. What else could there be?
He swallowed and shook his head. "And it looks to me that I don't dress as nicely in other universes," he held the mans gaze for a moment. "Isn't the cameo a bit heavy?" He tilted his head.
Mike's eyes widened in surprise and a startled laugh shook his body. "Maybe you're not as bad as I thought." sure he was cautious and looked something like a puppy, but he had a sharp sense of humor and wit.
"Mike Warren," he said easily, smirking as he stuck out his hand in a peace offer. "Ex-Marine. And do I have some questions for you." but he couldn't ask here. It was too risky and the chance of getting together by his roomates was dangerous enough.
Mike's eyes went wide and he stepped back slightly. This guy looked exactly like him. All the way down to the clothes-well, technically, it was his Mike the Marine getup.
And the voice-good God, the voice-was his, like in recordings. This was crazy, it didn't make sense, and this guy was in need of his help? He's got to be joking.
As he stepped into the streetlight, he took another step back. "You-you're-you want my help?"
Mike let out a chuckle, rolling his eyes as he stepped away. That was the most anti-climatic thing he had ever heard from anybody he had ever talked to in his life.
"Oh my God," he sighed, turning back to face the man before him, eyeing his attire. "My opposite is a dork I can't believe this." he could see it in the way he held himself and his attire. Mike read the man's face. He was wary, yet curiosity glimmered in his eyes. He held himself in a way that showed he was trained for high risk and dangerous situations, just as he himself had been as a Marine.
"Guess you can't be cool in every universe, sadly." ok, he was kinda pushing it right now, but he wanted to see his opposite's reaction.
Mike sighed and rubbed his face with his hand, walking on down the sidewalk. His parking space wasn't exactly far from the house-at least one hundred feet-and he was used to walking places.
He let out a short yawn, closing his eyes a moment as he heard the familiar crunch of footsteps behind him. The sand from the beach usually tracked onto the sidewalks and roads, and usually this sound was normal-during the day. During the middle of the night, however? And right behind him?
Mike stopped his feet and stood still, titling his head to the side and turning. "Are you looking for money, ma-"
Mike saw his opposite freeze and he grinned, stopping just a little ways away as he turned towards him, words already forming at his lips. Mike weighed his options here. He could easily take him down, catch him by surprise. But that wasn't anyway to get someone on your side early on.
"No, but I think you can help me find what I'm looking for." his voice wasn't so different from his opposites but it was weird to hear. It made him cringe because really, is that what he sounded like? Jesus, how did anyone take orders from him?
He stepped closer, letting the street light's orange rays wash over him. "I thought you'd be the best person to ask for help."
||Seeing Double|| Closed - theonlyrealoneinthisroom||
Mike pulled out of The Drop parking lot and onto the road, checking his phone and messaging everyone about being late for home. Most of them texted him back saying ‘Come home unscathed’ and ‘Goodnight’, so he shut off his cell and drove on towards the house.
It was pretty weird not being on the job since Bello had been taken in. Well, okay, that was a lie. He was still on the job, but not on his Bello job. And, he was grateful for that. Bello had been a bit of a pain in the ass, and he was glad to be off the damn thing and just doing whatever he could around the house to help out Charlie and the holy Odin case.
After a few more minutes of driving he parallel-parked in behind Briggs’ old and rusted Jeep and killed the engine. He checked his phone for a moment before getting out the key and jumping out of his truck. He kept his eyes on his phone, texting everyone that he was home and was just stepping inside. He crossed the road and got onto the sidewalk, slipping his phone into his pocket as he kept a slightly slow pace.
Mike braced himself, smiling to himself in what someone would call an evil way. He had no knowledge of his opposite's life except for his living conditions with six other people. Now, he simply seeked answers about his life in Calfornia now and on Bello.
He watched his opposite get out of the car, narrowing his eyes. This was weird, even for his standards. His opposite was well built, just as he was now. He was dressed smartly, and walked with an easy stride. Mike's mind was racing, trying to formulate a plan. He wasn't going to sneak into the house seeing as he knew nothing of this Mike nor of the occupants.
He emerged from his car, falling in step a few feet behind his opposite. He knew if he walked close enough, it would get the man's attention. Not the smartest, but chances were his opposite would notice.
theonlyrealoneinthisroom I was playing Mario Kart waiting for you to reply and I missed the start of the race reading the reply]
"I’ve made dinner with a gunshot wound." Charlie murmured. "Just fix it, Mikey."
"Alright," he said softly. "I'll fix it." he promised, guiding her to the sink. He began to wash the wound in cold water. After the bleeding all but stopped, he gently dried the wound, reaching for the gauze. "How badly does it hurt?"
Never have I ever... (The mun)
Let’s play “Never Have I Ever”. Cross out all of the things that you have done. You might just see that there are people just like you out there.
Sexual
Never have I ever kissed a girl.
Never have I ever kissed a boy.
Never have I ever received/given a blowjob, hand job, eating out.
Never have I ever had sex.
Never have I ever fallen in love.
Never have I ever cheated on someone.
Never have I ever been cheated on.
Life
Never have I ever gotten into a fight.
Never have I ever done something illegal.
Never have I ever gotten wasted.
Never have I ever used an illegal drug.
Never have I ever snuck out.
Never have I ever stolen something.
Never have I ever vandalized something.
Never have I ever lost a family member due to death.
Never have I ever been in a life or death situation.
Never have I ever been arrested.
Never have I ever been fired from a job.
Emotions
Never have I ever been kept up at night due to guilt.
Never have I ever laughed so hard I cried.
Never have I ever been abused physically.
Never have I ever cried myself to sleep.
Never have I ever wished that I was someone else.
Never have I ever wanted to kill myself.
Never have I ever tried to kill myself.
Never have I ever felt like an outcast.
Never have I ever wanted to do something just so I would fit in.
Friendships
Never have I ever ruined my friendship with someone.
Never have I ever had a friend leave me for other people.
Never have I ever been kicked out of a friend group.
Never have I ever wanted to fuck one of my friends.
Never have I ever been friendless.
School
Never have I ever failed a test.
Never have I ever cut class.
Never have I ever had to eat alone.
Never have I ever failed a course.
Never have I ever been suspended.
Never have I ever received detention.
Never have I ever dropped out of school.
[all] quirks my muse habitually has.
Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.
1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
||Seeing Double|| Closed - theonlyrealoneinthisroom||
Mike glanced down at the wrinkled and torn photo, sighing deeply. The man in the picture looked like him, probably even acted like him to an extent (if this was even real.) - but it wasn't him. How he had acquired the photo was a wild story. He woken up to a Man on a boat pointing at gun between his eyes and looking to sell him out to Caza, which in itself is a scary experience but Mike couldn't wrap his brain around why he wanted to sell him out. That's when he'd caught sight of the photo.
After killing the man, he decided to lay low. If Caza had a hit out on him, there'd be eyes everywhere. He'd tried contacting Bello and ended up with an empty dial tone. The safe houses where empty and his boss was no where to be found. That's when he realized something was up.
Now he stood watching the beach side apartment, watching. Five people had entered the apartment and he was waiting for the last occupant - his prey for the night. He'd learned his way around this California - Belloless California. Bello had reigned before, but he had been caught and thrown in prison. That really tripped with Mike's mind the most. Talk to the right person, you'll find who you're looking for. This Mike Warren frequents The Drop. Once he had found him, it had been somewhat easy to follow him home and wait.
Now, all Mike had to do was come home.
Mike gave a small jump of surprise at the sight of the wound, dropping the bandages immediately on the counter to take her hand in his gently. “We need to take you to a doctor.” It was bleeding still, blood oozing from the cut. She’d need stitches by the looks of it. “I can’t wrap this.”
"No, it’s totally fine, I don’t need to go to a doctor." Charlie sighed, gripping onto the counter as much as she could. "I need to finish dinner."
"You won't be able to finish dinner if you collapse." he said, tracking her movements as she gripped the counter.