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@museverismo
A collection of original and fandom muses. A menagerie of everyday people. Focusing on older muses.
Why I do what I do: I want to give you a chance to explore random encounters. Short pieces of a slice of life with your character. Maybe help you work out a piece of their personality. Give them a friend to have on hand, or just someone to listen.
Guidelines | Muses | Memes
[ 18+ to interact. Many fandoms known and appreciated. ]
Has Rory ever experienced something inexplicably bizarre? What was it? Did he ever tell anybody about it?
One morning in the shop he noticed that all of the dolls were turned backwards. He never said anything to anyone, but started to leave offerings at the back door for the fae, and it never happened again.
Has Arlo ever rejected or pushed away the well-intentioned invitations of another? Why?
There were times when he was doing his handy-man work, when some of his customers were a bit...flirty with him. And he had to politely decline.
On a road trip, are they the driver, the DJ in the passenger seat, or one of the people eating snacks and huddled under the bags in the back? {Lincoln}
He is definitely the driver, but when not driving he is in the back seat eating snacks.
Does Rory have any desire to enter a new relationship? Or is he faithful even in death?
He has thought about it now and again. Rory goes through terribly bouts of being lonely. If the chance arose he would be just fine with getting into a new relationship.
The chance just hasn't come up yet. And he isn't really putting himself out there.
Send me character development questions!
Anon or not, send in anything you'd like elaborated on, anything you're interested in, anything that's been left vague, or anything that strikes your fancy. For multimuses, be sure to specify the muse!
Worried & Scared Sentences, Vol. 2
(Sentences for muses who are in trouble and are worried or scared because of it. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"I am only going to say this one time, okay? Whatever stupid ideas you've got locked in that rock hard head of yours, they're going to get you killed!"
"I support and love you and usually would absolutely be here for you wreaking bloody vengeance, but this does feel like something we should walk away from!"
"Don't risk it. It doesn't look safe."
"Without fear, we wouldn't know how to be brave. Fear is what makes us heroes."
"You know, I thought I'd gotten so used to being scared that it just felt normal - but this feels different."
"Things here feel different now. They feel wrong."
"I can't lose you. Not again."
"Are you here to attack me again? Do I need to arm myself?"
"I don't trust these people. There's something really weird here."
"Something terrible is happening here, and we're not sticking around to find out what!"
"I don't want to be scared anymore."
"I need to get out of here. I can't stomach this."
"Do you promise that I'm going to be okay?"
"Are we safe here?"
"I know you believe in what you're doing, but you've got to try to stop making it worse!"
"No! That's literally the start of a hundred horror movies!"
"I would like to remain not dead for the foreseeable future!"
"This whole thing is a trap!"
"Here's the thing: any time you say that we're fine, it means that we're not fine."
"If you go there, you'll be killed!"
"Usually, when we're in dangerous situations, you hide your nerves by asking weird, inappropriate questions."
"Do you think we made it angry?"
"What I've got to do is going to tear me apart."
"I want to go on record as saying that this is a very bad idea!"
"I know you're scared - I'm scared too - but we have to move, okay?"
"No running away, okay?"
"I don't like the sound in your voice when you say that."
"I'm trying to be understated when I say that this is a bad idea."
"I wish I could go through life without feeling fear."
"Don't you think that was a little too easy?"
"I need to talk about some scary things, but you're the scariest person here so it won't scare you."
"Nothing good will come from staying here!"
"I promise you we'll be less afraid tomorrow."
"I've seen you confused and I've seen you upset, but I've never seen you afraid like this."
"What's wrong? Why are you frightened of me?"
āI already told everyone else, I made it up! I know itās not real, Iām not stupid.ā Or crazy, but everyone seems to have already decided that she is. Why else would she be at a hospital getting asked about the stuff she sees? Sheās heard her parents talking when they think sheās asleep - talking about whatās best for her, if they should send her away to somewhere thatās ābetter equipped to handle thisā. Itās times like these Max really wishes she was a better liar, because nobody ever believes her when she says she was making it all up. That she doesnāt really see all those people die. Why should this Dr. Charles be any different than the grownups sheās talked to before?
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The room they were in was brightly painted, the artwork fun and simple. It was created with kids in mind, to try to put them at some point of ease. Daniel had done plenty of research before this room in the wing was created. So far he had a pretty good run with it, it seemed to help.
He wasn't given nearly enough information about Max, but when it came to situations like this, it was what he preferred. Dr. Charles preferred to get down to it himself.
"No one ever said you were stupid. I certainly don't think you are. But I am curious about something. Tell me more about what you made up seeing?"
@museverismo / continued
The man laughed. He laughed at him.
No one had ever laughed at Ingvar without purpose ā and certainly not unless they knew him well!! That he would not pulverize the poor fellow was not a risk most human beings wanted to take with their own lives ā and to them, and indeed the giant himself, there was absolutely nothing to laugh at in the first place, for he'd not said anything funny. Why, then? Yes, here Ingvar stood, having debated for nearly a day now if he should say anything -- after all, it had been very soon into being followed that he'd noticed the fellow to begin with. At first, he believed it coincidence. But over the course of days, hearing a shuffling, no matter how quiet, in the brush below, just the right weight and cadence to be from human legs? It could not have been coincidence, and yet, he'd not brandished any weapon, nor any contraption or machine or tool of a human being's he ought to be wary of.
What a strange encounter. Not that it was unwelcome -- oh, no; quite the contrary.
"Er...."
Ingvar looked down at his boots, as though he truly were verifying himself as actually there in space as the man said. Then, stroking his beard and having a crease carved between his brows as they knitted together, he looked up slightly to look the man in the face. He blinked several times -- once, twice. Then he spoke.
"Aye -- I... I am being real," he agreed, not entirely knowing how one could be fake in the first place. There was a pause -- too long a pause; even the wind seemed impatient as it whipped past his back very suddenly, then fell still.
"... Is such... wherefore it is that you wert... following me , for... much time...?"
Rory had rehearsed what he might say to the giant if he was ever discovered. None of it seemed to make sense right now, it wouldn't fit with the conversation. Hell he was having a hard enough time wrapping his head around the meeting in the first place.
"How did you even get here?" was the first question the man asked. He took a few steps closer, glancing around to make sure it was still just the two of them.
"I...I've been following you for a few days now. You should be careful not to get too close to town."
"thank you." she smiled. "i mean, there are a few people who get seniority and people leave their spots open. i'm not one of those yet though." she hadn't been here for nearly long enough. it was the people who'd been selling at the same market for decades that got seniority.
"fifty five dollars for the painting." she'd originally priced her work much lower, and still sometimes she felt like she was overcharging. it had actually been other artists at the market who had encouraged her to price her work higher.
Arlo didn't seem bothered at all by the price, and got out the cash to hand over. "Must be fate, I had just enough with me to pick this up." His grin was warm and easy as he picked up the painting.
"Once I figure out where this is going to go, I might come back and get another."
And he wasn't just saying that to make conversation or be nice, there was a genuine tone to his words.
Chris was half-awake, coffee in hand and his thick hair dishevelled in contrast to his very put together and fully alert wife. How she was such a morning person he'd never know. Hell, they were pretty opposite in a few regards and not just concerning sleep habits. For example, she was more organized than him, ate healthier (not that he went crazy on fast food, but it was difficult to eat entirely healthy while on the road), and made life as stable as she could with all the craziness surrounding them.
He was in the midst of taking another sip of coffee when the doorbell rang. Since he was slow to react, Dinah already went to answer the door.
"Rory," she said with a smile as she looked down at the tray of cookies and back to him. "How thoughtful. Do you want to come in?"
When Dinah opened the door, Rory's smile brightened. He laughed and offered her the tray of cookies. "I always wind up making more than one man can eat." He chuckled. "Well as long as I'm not going to be a bother."
He slipped inside when he was given the moment, closing the door behind him. "I haven't seen you or Chris in a bit. Is everyone doing alright?"
new muse - Dr. Daniel Charles
Dr. Charles is the head of psychiatry at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center. (more information coming soon)
[I will definitely write in any crossover capacity with Daniel.]
Jay smiles and shakes his head a bit. "I'm a Detective with the Intelligence Squad out of District 21. I'm also a retired Army Ranger. But I'm friends with the firefighters from 51. I'm here because it was the closest place away from Molly's. I didn't feel like being around such a huge crowd but still wanted to socialize a bit. You know? What's your job?"
"I get that, completely understand. Sometimes being at Molly's is like a party, when you just want to sit around a fire." Lincoln chuckles, pausing to take a sip of his drink.
"I'm a bit of a business man myself. I have a hot dog truck, usually set up outside of Gaffney. You'd be surprised how many doctors love to eat what most consider junk food."
"You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?"
Rory grew up on stories of fairies, and elves and giants. It was something that never really left him. It was this whimsy that motivated him to start the toy store.
It was this whimsy that also lead him to follow Ingvar. He spotted him a week or two ago, but wasn't sure about making contact. Wasn't even sure what he was seeing was real. But then he realized it was happening, and there was no way he could leave it be.
"I...well yes, yes I have. I'm sorry I just." Rory pauses looking up at Ingvar, and can't help but laugh. "You're real."
Shipping meme!
Send ā¤ļø if you ship our muses romantically. Send š if you ship our muses sexually. Send š if you ship our muses toxically. Send š if you ship our muses platonically. Send šæ if you hate ship our muses. Send ā if you poly ship ours muses with another.
Send š if you donāt ship our muses at all. Send š if you would like to discuss a possible ship.
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Send aĀ Ć and Iāll reveal a character Iād consider rping. (accepting)
The farther into Chicago Med we go (we are on Season 4) the more muse for Dr. Charles seems to seep into my brain.
Questions for the mun. A series of questions for the mun / the person behind the muse(s)
Basics.
When did you first start writing?
In what language did you start writing?
If your mother tongue is not the language you write now, what caused you to switch languages?
What was the first muse that youāve written?
Do you still write your first muse?
What is the muse that you write for the longest?
In what style did you start to write (First person, third person, *-style or novel-style?)
What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?
Do you regret starting writing?
Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience?
Do you tell your friends / family that you write?
How do you describe writing / rp to others?
On what platform did you start to write?
Canon Muses.
What is your favorite canon muse?
Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of āmehā when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book?
Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?
How far do go with divergencies when it comes to your canon muse?
OCs.
Who was your first OC?
Do you still write your first OC?
Who is your favorite OC?
How would you describe your favorite OC?
Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse?
How do you create an OC? What are your steps for developing an OC?
FC or story first when you develop an OC?
Fandoms.
In what fandom did you start?
What is your favorite fandom in which you write?
Is there any fandom you regret exploring?
Have you ever developed an OC for a certain fandom?
Ships.
What are you looking for in a ship?
Do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?
Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?
Have you ever started to ship a rare-pair?
What are rare-pairs that youāre passionate about?
Do you plot a ship or see where it goes?
What are your favorite ships on here (feel free to tag?)
Do you ship someoneās muses on your dash?
Tumblr.
What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?
What are trends when it comes to writing that you dislike?
What trend would you wish to see on here?
What was your first blog / URL?
Do you still have your first blog / URL?
Whatās something you find weird on here?
Whatās something you wish to improve?
What are your biggest (personal) Tumblr crushes?
What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?
What are things that you donāt wish to see on here?
What are things you wish people would tag so you can block it?
What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?
