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Blog Status archived, I returned back to my old blog @markerexposed
@markerexposed
Back to my old blog. Posting my PSA over there here too;
@markerexposed
Back to my old blog. Posting my PSA over there here too;
By the way
5. June is Isaac's Birthday. Like this if you want a little starter related to his B-Day, or feel free to just send him something ^^/
happy birthday! 🥳 … sentence starters
“Ready for your first present?”
“Big whoop, it’s your birthday.”
“SURPRISE! Happy birthday, (name)!”
“Another year older! Looking forward to it?”
“Go on, blow out the candles! Make a wish!”
“Why don’t you like celebrating your birthday?”
“I was told I had to get you something, so here.”
“Dang, I think I ate way too much cake and ice cream.”
“I might have blown up too many balloons for the party…”
“What? You don’t like birthday cake? Who doesn’t like birthday cake?”
“Wait, so you’ve never had a proper birthday party? Oh, we’re changing that.”
“I get that you don’t like celebrating your birthday, but I still want you to have fun.”
“I couldn’t afford to get you a present, but I hope the gist of my presence is enough.”
“No, I didn’t get you too many presents… pay no mind to the moving truck currently pulling into the driveway.”
“I ordered a cake that says ‘happy birthday’. They sent me a cake that says ‘Mathy Booby’. Something tells me they misheard me on the phone.”
Trope Talk (muse of your choice!) @niratias / Meme (accepting)
Beware The Nice Ones Isaac may be a quiet and nice guy who prefers to just get along while minding his own business. But that man will curb stomp monsters and sass the hell out of someone if he has to. He can and will snap if pushed too far, so better don't go under the pretense that his kindness and passive stance make him a weak pushover.
So while he's one of the muses who's most likely to get along with others on my blog, I like to have the opportunity to have him more unhinged, more 'I'm tired of being nice' every now and then. I think the developers should have given him more bite in DS3, given the shit he went through. Here he definitely adapts and gains a level in sass around other muses he hangs around with.
Gadgeteer Genius Isaac has the skills and know-how to build weapons and tools into useful gadgets to get by. He customised mining tools and medical applications into deadly firearms before. He certainly improved his skills over the past few years, but he's not necessarily proud of it. He definitely prefers just doing his actual job, fixing ship parts and mining tools the way they're intended to work.
Him having the skills and a knack for building/repairing things is certainly a good plot device for crossovers. He can be the team's engineer/mech, either independent or employed by a huge questionable planet-cracker company.
Giving Up on Logic Isaac used to solve problems on his job by applying logic and science. But ever since getting exposed to Alien technology and dealing with Necromorphs, nothing is as it seems anymore. He's given up on the comfort of things making any sense to him and just rolls with the situation at hand.
Which also comes in handy with crossovers. There's not much he actively questions anymore, which makes him a not-too-complicated companion. His fascination for further advanced, older and/or different technology definitely remains tho.
II Minor Details About The Muse– Ask Meme
How does your muse answer their phone? Do they get nervous or panic if they hear it ring? Do they answer it immediately or let it ring out? How do they greet the person on the other end?
How do they wake up in the morning? Do they jump out of bed immediately after they hear their alarm go off? Do they turn their alarm off and stay in bed a little longer? How long does it take for them to actually feel awake?
If they’re walking and they pass by a stranger who makes eye contact how do they react? Do they nod their head? Smile? Do they quickly avert their gaze?
What’s their posture like when they walk? Are they a slow, fast, or moderate walker?
If they hear a song they like what do they do? Do they tap their foot? Quietly dance? Nod their head? Etc.
Are they the type of person to hum to themselves when they are alone?
How do they react if somebody puts a plate of their favourite food in front of them? Do they gobble it up immediately? Savor it? Do that little wiggle/dance some people do when they are served their favourite food?
Are they the type to vocally go ‘Mmm’ when they eat?
If their phone/computer announces that they need to update their software, does your muse get right on it or do they procrastinate the update for as long as possible?
When they go out for a walk, are they the type of person to look up at the sky to check the clouds or the stars?
Is your muse a ‘Hey! Look at the moon!’ type of person?
Do they know how to whistle? If so, what type of whistle do they make? A loud one? A soft and airy one? Do they inhale or exhale to whistle?
If it’s a hot day, how do they keep themselves cool?
If it’s a cold day, how do they keep themselves warm?
If a group of strangers happens to pass their way and your muse hears them laughing amongst themselves, if your muse the type of person to instantly think those strangers are laughing at them or does your muse ignore it and rationalize with themself that those strangers are probably not laughing at you but something else?
Are they a fast or slow talker? Do they tend to stutter? Are their words clear and crisp when they speak?
When they tell a story, do they tell a story in a straightforward sort of way or does the story end up getting derailed with other, minute details?
Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc.
Do they panic when the cashier moves onto the next person behind them in the queue and your muse is still busy putting their change away?
What sort of unnecessary noises do they make?
What little superstitions do they carry out?
How do they hug?
What is their body language like when they talk to somebody? Are they the type of person to stand close to the other? Do they keep eye contact? Are they the type to touch the other on the shoulder or arm?
How do they react when they see something cute, like a cute animal or something?
Are they comfortable cursing? Do they do it under their breath or outloud?
Do they often fuss with their hair? Clothes? Makeup?
How long can they hold their breath?
Do they listen to music when they’re in a car or when they take the bus/train/etc? If so, are they the type of person to imagine themselves in some sort of music video or trailer as they listen to their music? Do they choose songs that match their mood that day?
Can your muse sleep if they know their room is untidy?
How do they talk to small kids? Is their tone demeaning? Do they go down to their level? Do they feel at ease?
Do they bite their ice cream or lick? Do they eat the ice cream from the top or bite the underside of the cone?
Are they good at telling jokes? Do they end up laughing before the punchline?
Is it easy for them to get engrossed in a book? Do they end up getting distracted by other things?
What do they do with freshly laundered clothes? Are they the type of person to press their face against them? Do they immediately fold them and keep them in a drawer? Do they leave them in a pile or in a basket and fold them little by little? Do they stuff them messily into a drawer or closet?
@outofthiisworld / meme
TV series or a 2 hour movie?
What can I say, I don't really watch many series or movies anymore these days. But, I value movies and series based on their story and characters, rather than their lengths or amounts of episodes anyway. I am fine with long movies and series alike if the content is fine.
If I had to pick, I think if someone wants to adapt a series of big books onto the screen, a well-done series might be the better choice than like, 2-3 long movies? Lord of the Rings is rather exceptionary to me there. Series may cover the details of a long story better, if done properly.
aaaand Do you need noise to sleep? 👀
Not really, no. But, I like the sound of rain outside or just chill ambient music/noises. Every now and then, I let something play in the background, especially if I need to go sleep but aren't tired enough. Really slow ambient music helps me to relax when I'm a bit agitated. Certain streamers and type of games they play have the effect too. Like someone playing cozy games or horror (the latter if it's not too much on the action/shooter side tho).
@out-of-characters / meme
Tell us about a myth/folktale/urban legend of your culture.
The story about Wilhelm Tell is probably one of the most famous myths from Switzerland? For years it was debated between historians whether Wilhelm Tell was even real or not, and eventually it was settled that he was just a myth. There was no real proof that he really existed.
According to the myth, he killed a tyrannical provincial governor, which then supposedly led to a rebellion and ultimately Switzerland's independence. There is certainly some truth to the whole story, the Battle of Morgarten likely did occur. The whole story is just loaded with myths and legends.
Fruitful Persona Quiz
Tagged by @outofthiisworld Tagging whoever wants to do this
✦˖° @muses-inn
ᯓ💜˖° There was a childish urge, one that wanted to stick herself onto his back like a rat stuck in a trap as a sick joke. Yet with those lil’ chirps not too far away … Ophelia somehow resisted. What a show of willpower! Carver truly had no clue just how lucky he was.
So lucky, that the ghost which haunted his backside remained quiet evermore, even after he spoke again— actually spoke, not a grunt nor had he gave some curt hand sign she’s seen in movies. A question. Her brows lifted. It was one that she ought to know would come up sooner or later, but never one she thought he’d bring up.
That sort of curiosity would come from Isaac, sure, but from Carver? It felt strange. Not unwelcome, but like finding warmth in a snowstorm. Still, her shoulders rose in a little shrug, though her watch stayed eagle-eyed against the dark all around them.
“Mm. Both,” Ophelia answered. Lips curled in a sly grin he might not see, but might hear in the twist of her tone. “I guess I like you for some reason. No idea why.”
She offered it like a joke, like a jab, and yet so genuine beneath the guise. She could drop it. Leave the last part unanswered. Carver would’ve let her, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t ask again.
“I was a lab-rat, too.”
She answered anyway.
Ophelia moved forward and passed through the once-soldier, her body a flickered shimmer that barely stirred the dust in the air. She peered off yonder ahead and for a moment, only silence answered back. No more chirps or chitters. Whatever was left behind, whatever still lurked beyond these corridors, knew it was no longer alone.
“Do you ... plan to hurt them?”
Something small scurried past in the dark. A sudden streak of fur and chirruped nerves straight ahead into the next room. Then, another followed, and then (scritch scritch scritch against tile) three more after that.
Ectostatic filled the air. Surprise. Shock? Like a readied weapon, Ophelia’s attention shot toward the noise, but she barely made a breath. To her, it sounded familiar.
They sounded scared.
🌐 — Call it instinct, or experience... but Carver had already a feeling that she was some sort of guinea pig to these white-coats. A stupid and unnecessary question, he scolds himself in his mind. If Isaac was here with Ophelia instead, he'd talk with her, ask her questions too. Yes, a little talk can go a long way to calm someone, to reassure them, but nothing of that is Carver's strong suit, clearly.
Will he hurt these creatures, tho? Just like he did before? Like some auto-piloted, heartless monster? Carver inhales sharply before exhaling a sigh. He definitely can't blame her for asking him that, to jump to such a possibility. He was quick to point his rifle at her and Doc, after all. And for a short moment, he has to resist the urge to flinch with ungodly discipline as she passes through him. He's definitely not liking it when she does that ghost-stuff.
"Not if I don't have to. My mission is to extract information, we ain't here to play action heroes." Either way, Carver is back to give her more guarded responses again before crouching in front of one of the damaged computers. "The computers are busted, I'll remove their hard drives. I need you to cover my six. Report to me if these... things are on the move." Whatever they are. Whatever they do right now. As long as they stay inside the rooms alongside the corridor and are no danger to them, Carver at least tries to care less about them.
The urge to open fire into the corridor to silence these sounds peaks for a moment though, but he reminds himself in his mind that it's not his job to clean this damn place up of whatever that's gone wrong. He's over it with being a good soldier who does things without ever questioning it, especially now with a lab-rat actually watching his back.
"Just to be clear..." he's briefly tilting his head to the side before carefully breaking the computer case open. "That all changes nothing for me. You're a goddamn pain in the ass, either way." An attempt of reassurement? Just him shooting back while coping with his own tension? By the sound of it, it's a bit of both.
@outofthiisworld
By the way
5. June is Isaac's Birthday. Like this if you want a little starter related to his B-Day, or feel free to just send him something ^^/
They were misinformed! The tip they got to break into that storehouse for 'immeasurable goods' was absolute hogwash. Instead of finding expensive goods and liquors inside the shelves, Bebop and Rocksteady find themselves in the middle of food ingredients and baking stuff. What even are they supposed to do with any of that?
While rummaging through the things, just to make sure they're not overlooking anything, Rocksteady inhales a bag of flour and coughs violently.
🔨 — "If there's any good stuff hidden in any of these bags, I ain't havin' any of it!" He tosses the now almost empty bag over his shoulder and snorts before speaking up again with a more coarse voice. "Beebs, youse got something to flush that shit down over there?"
🎸 — "Only syrups I never heard of." Bebop frowns at the maple and lavender syrup bottles in his big hands. Is any of that even worth anything?
After a little more searching, the mutants hear the warehouse door open with a traitorous creak and exchange swift looks. They didn't pay attention to anyone coming, so what now? Just blasting their way out?
When they step out from between the shelves, they spot just a girl. And she's not wearing any security clothes or anything the like. It's all clear? The mutants look at each other again for a moment and just shrug.
🎸 — "Uhh... did that shady dude from the Viper's Bar give you a free tip, too? It's a bust, lady."
@charlotte-liddel / sc
It's been weeks since Bebop & Rocksteady's own solo-adventure where they stole that weird glowing magic stick and traveled through time and space. Little do they know about the mess they created that had to be cleaned up. All their offshoot variations had to be collected and were dumped on a small planet of some unknown timeline. The two mutants in the meantime have barely any recollection about any of that anymore and work for the Foot Clan again, waiting for new orders.
Right now, Bebop is just setting up a new car for the two of them, bending a metal rod with his bare hand for the railing behind the back seats, while punk-rock blares from a classic ghettoblaster. His pal Rocksteady sits against the far end of the garage, his helmet tilted over his eyes. He's resting peacefully despite the loud music.
But suddenly, through the loud rhythmic sounds, Bebop's sensitive ears catch foreign noises nearby. He turns the ghettoblaster off and sways his head to the garage entry, half-way expecting Karai to check on them. Only that she's not.
🎸 — "Huh, who the fuck are you?"
@hellishbcings / sc
"Trope Talk" // Murderbot @out-of-characters / Meme
Because You Were Nice To Me A canonically occuring trope, but very much one I'd love to write with other muses in individual AUs, too. Murderbot could have become what it named itself, snapping one day and murdering its clients like any other SecUnit in the media. The thing is though, Murderbot is not like how rogue SecUnits in media are depicted, and that applies for SecUnits in general, if the conditions are right. All it takes for Murderbot is someone being genuinely nice to it without being creepy, and it will go really great lengths for them. (It remains grumpy and distant anyway tho, but don't let its attitude fool you...)
Genre Savvy Murderbot watches loads of media and is usually very up-to-date on new additions. And while Murderbot is not very social, it is willing to talk about media it has watched, and has vast knowledge about those. So much that it uses information collected through Media actively on every-day situations around humans to blend in better.
Send "Trope Talk" and I'll share and discuss a trope that's associated with my muse
(Can be either official ones from TVTropes or more specific/unofficial ones)
🍊 - What influences their personal style? If they had limitless resources, would they change how they dress or style themselves at all? (For Isaac!) @spaceandthedigitalfrontier / meme
Generally, Isaac wears what's practical and sometimes casual. His work and daily activities influence his style. Also, he's often wearing old, worn suits and clothes because he just sees no point in discharging something that still does what its supposed to do; protecting him, keeping him warm and covered.
But let's say, if his old stuff is very dirty or damaged beyond repair and he's given new cargo pants, tools or a new suit, he won't say no to such a gift either. He's just reluctant or even opposed on accepting anything expensive or fancy that's not suitable for work.
Isaac is not the kind of guy to wear pretty, expensive clothes, accessories and jewelries by his own choice, not even for a date. I mean, he will pick clean casual things when seeing someone, but asking him to wear fancy things is definitely too much asked of him.