* BULLET IN A GUN.

.MUTUALS ONLY. .multi fandom multi muse. .written by Sal.

[plasticsouled]

// welcome to the blog! call me Sal (she/they | 30). this is an independent, selective, and MUTUALS ONLY multi fandom multi muse rp blog!

here are some quick links: rules, muses slides, blog & mun info, navigation, ok dupes and not ok dupes, muse ships, memes tag.

see below the current active muses.

Main/Top Priority Muses:

Silco [Arcane.]: (page link.)

Phenomaman [Dispatch.]: (page link.)

Primary Focus Muses:

Shazzy the Clown [The Amazing Digital Circus OC.]: (page link.)

Tarak [Invincible OC.]: (page link.)

Conquest / Carl [Invincible; main verse AU.]: (page link.)

Secondary Focus Muses:

Grendel [The Wolf Among Us.]: (page link.)

Flambae [Dispatch.]: (page link.)

Punch Up [Dispatch.]: (page link.)

Wysper Perry [Dispatch OC.]: (page link.)

Angel [Rock & Rule.]: (page link.)

Tertiary Focus Muses:

Mylo [Arcane; main verse AU.]: (page link.)

Onet Valen [Arcane OC.]: (page link.)

Sevika [Arcane.]: (page link.)

Mud [The Gaslight District.]: (page link.)

Caine [The Amazing Digital Circus; canon divergent.]: (page link.)

Request Only Muses:

Springtrap [Fi/ve Ni/ghts at Fre/ddy's.]: (page link.) **IMPORTANT NOTES: HERE & HERE!

Duck [Don't Hug Me I'm Scared.]: (page link.)

Ivo Robotnik [Sonic movies.]: (page link.)

Golem [Dispatch.]: (page link.)

Test Muses:

Penny [Bigtop Burger.]: (page link.)

Allen / Doctor [Bigtop Burger.]: (page link.)

Fold [Gameoverse.]: (page link.)

Thragg [Invincible.]: (page link.)

Non-Serious / For Fun Muse:

Pepe the King Prawn [The Muppets.]: (page link.)

Secret Menu Muses.

all other muses are presently inactive. this list is subject to change based on muse level.

[tenderthreats]

@plasticsouled asked: you didn't deny it, that's interesting. // Thragg (aka "Thadd") for Micah!

micah's sitting in his wheelchair, minding his business, and putting on his shirt when thadd approaches him. micah's eyebrows fly up when he's asked about his gender in relation to clementine. thadd has seemed blunt, yes, but micah didn't think he was that blunt.

he can't even remember what he replies with, as surprised as he is. then his brow furrows at thadd's response, leaning slightly away to look up at him with hesitance. "i am trans, yes. is that a problem?"

[plasticsouled]

"Thadd" quickly became well-known for his bluntness. He didn't believe in beating around bushes; if one could not say what they meant, then what was the point? However, he had learned that humans were not as blunt as Viltrumites (not all, anyway), and so his straightforwardness was often met with shock and awe. Or anger, in some instances.

Seemed like potential annoyance was the emotion he was met with today.

"What problem would it be to me?" He asked plainly. "I was not certain if you would so openly admit it, is all. I understand that some people can be... unpleasant, learning such things." Something which baffled the Grand Regent; Earth was so backward in what it decided to take issue in. "But no. It is not a problem." Quite the opposite, actually... Thragg needed to find someone to mate with just as his Viltrumites. Micah was one of the few who had actually piqued his interest before even learning the man could even be a viable option.

"You stated before that your daughter's other parent was no longer in the picture. Is there anyone new, however, in her life?" That was his subtle yet still to the point way of asking if Micah was single.

[dlazepam]

terrible prideful leader

[plasticsouled]

// i've sent out all the asks for the inbox call mwah to all y'all hope they all sent!

[fercia]

oops

[ghostguts6]

[plasticsouled]

ooc ; CONCEPT i wanna run by you: doc offering for post - watcher ces to stay with him while he gets on his feet / for however long he needs

// OKAY BUT YES PLS????????? Allen would offer in a HEARTBEAT like-- "do you require a place to stay?" -- be roomies, Ces. let Doc help you get back on your feet. or just live with him forever he doesn't care.

GASP...... Allen cooking for Ces now that he can taste again.

[plasticsouled]

// inbox call for my test muses: Penny, Doctor, Fold, and Thragg! specify muses (mine AND yours)! (if you don't have an easily accessible meme tag i will either make shit up or take something from my own tag.)

[honk4muses]

The  artist  readies  his  fountain  pen,  it  was  gold  tinted  with  a  fine  wooden  handle.  There  was  a  cartridge  of  ink  built  into  the  design--  the  permanent  nature  of  this  tool  didnt  intimidate  Munkustrap.  Hes  been  drawing  for  MILLIONS  of  years  and  wasn't  liable  to  make  mistakes.  (  If  be  did,  the  whole  page  would  be  ripped  out  and  disposed  of  properly.  )

"  Just  be  natural.  It's  your  most  beautiful  state.  "  Although  .  .  .  A  FEW  things  could  be  adjusted.  A  clown's  involvement   of   art   WAS  a  natural   occurrence  anyways.  .  "  Just  .  .  .  One  little  .  .  ."  He  reaches  over  to  gently  tilt  her  jawline  upwards.  Yes  yes  .  .  .  It  was  getting  somewhere.  The  MUSE  was  speaking  to  him.  Just  .  .  .  A  few  more  things  .  .  .

He   places   his   tools   in   his   lap   to   fiddle   more   with   her   pose.   He  started  moving  her  body  inch  by  inch  in  different  ways.  Yep.  COMPLETELY  natural.  Totally  not  an  awkward  pose  for  ANYONE  to  hold.  Her  arm  reached  upwards  to  the  sky,  palm  facing  up  to  receive  its  warmth.  Other  arm  was  cascaded  downwards  towards  the  floor,  arched  like  a  ballet  dancer.  Same  for  her  legs,  they  were  daintly  positioned   under   the   chair,  giving  her  no  support  to  hold  herself  up.  It  was  PERFECT.

"  There.  Comfortable  ?  "  How  could  anyone  be  after  an  extended  amount  of  time  in  THIS   position  ?  No  matter  how  nimble  they  were.

[plasticsouled]

She had been the one to ask for his opinion, so she had no one to blame but herself. She was adjusted and shimmied this way and that, until Munkustrap finally seemed satisfied with her pose. The pose, however, was downright dreadful to hold. Luckily, she was a clown! One who could be quite the contortionist; keeping this pose should be a breeze.

Or, so she thought.

She gave him a quick thumbs up, not wanting to speak or move an inch otherwise and mess up his work. And she actually managed to stay still for a solid fifteen minutes! (She deserved a ribbon for that or something.) But as time ticked on, she felt antsy and, admittedly, a cramp beginning to form in her legs.

"Uh, Munky..? H-how much longer do I gotta stay like this? I'm losin' feelin' in my extremities."

[plasticsouled]

// lately I been wearing my tanks tucked into my pants with a button-down over shirt (unbuttoned) and damn if it don't make me feel good

[captainseamech]

             “Sounds like a plan t’ me, I’m in.” Although it was, in fact, a bit of an assumption that a second date would happen, High Tide gladly took it. He was having fun so far, and getting to hang out more with Katon-Ur outside of work hours sounded absolutely delightful. And plus, it would be at his place instead of the mech’s, which made him relieved.

             “This handheld is considered retro as far as I know and they stopped producing any physical copies of its games.” Not to mention the absurd price of a few titles... “I can help get one of those if ye so wish... though it’s rare to see anyone playin’ with this type of handheld. Ye usually would see people walkin’ around with a Switch.” Speaking for experience, he was one of the very few that carries this old thing up and down...

             That statement made the mech nearly choke on his drink, cleaning his vocoder while lightly patting at his chassis. Those things were expensive, he could never dream of getting enough money to buy a console for himself! “Are ye uh- Are ye sure? I mean, they are quite expensive if I’m honest...”

[plasticsouled]

Katon-Ur opened his mouth to speak but paused as their food finally arrived. He thanked the waiter and waited until they left before looking back to High Tide. "Money is of no issue to me. I have accumulated a lot over my years working for SDN. If it allows us a means to further our bond, then I will gladly purchase such a console and the games that we can enjoy together."

With that, he picked up his chopsticks to start eating some of his sushi. To him, what he said was the end of it; he probably should be more money conscious, but... he really did have a lot of it.

"Mmm... You must try this, High Tide, it is delicious." As he spoke, he lifted his chopsticks up across the table, pinching a piece of sushi. "The uni practically melts in your mouth."

[plasticsouled]

// to the two anons i got (i assume it's from the same person) -- please always note who is active!!! if the muse is not listed on my pinned post OR in my secret menu muse list, then the muse is NOT AVAILABLE for things!!!

second thing to note: i do not participate in magic anons.

thanks!

[bellytochin]

A strangely familiar voice has Chief perking up, though the second he spins around in his chair to face the man, an apology already on his lips, he practically freezes up when he realizes just whose lunchbox Daisy made off with. It was the poster boy of SDN himself, Phenomaman.

Huh.

A person Chief thought he'd never meet. Sure, the guy looks a bit more bedraggled than he usually does on television, the guy hovering off the ground like a police brick wall, all broad angles paired with the bags under his eyes. The costume is pristine despite it, cape billowing a bit even though there's no goddamn airflow in the offices. Did the cape honestly just do that?

There is something else there, though. Something underneath the somber look he wears. Maybe just an inkling of hope?

Wasn't he recently brought onto the Z-Team?

"Yeah, sorry about that." Chief leans over his desk to where he stored the lunchbox, passing it off to the alien, right-side-up, to reduce any chance of spillage. "My opossum snatched it out of the fridge when someone left it cracked open. Her eyes are bigger than her stomach sometimes." Thankfully, when Chief checked the contents, nothing had popped open, so Phenomaman still had his lunch.

"She's my feral little gremlin, but that's just what opossums do."

[plasticsouled]

Phenomaman's eyes immediately shifted down at the opossum in the dispatcher's lap, surprised to see an animal other than Beef in the office. Also surprised he hadn't seen it before today.

"It is no worry," he said as his eyes lifted back to meet the man's gaze. He took the lunchbox from him and held it up in his palm. "People should be sure they properly shut the fridge, she cannot be blamed for her curiosity." Perhaps a sign should be placed on the fridge... he could make one later (or ask Robert to do it, as he struggled with writing any human language).

"If she is hungry, I could share some of my food with her. I do not mind." He could always grab something else before his next shift, anyway. The lunchbox was merely a vague attempt at bonding with his coworkers -- sometimes he still bought something else to eat after consuming whatever he packed for lunch.

[plasticsouled]

// with my last post being said, who's excited for the typical Sal rewrites the ep to work for her Caine post I'll inevitably make after I watch the finale in 2 weeks

[plasticsouled]

// I don't think it'll be an issue with who I follow, but tadc finale releases in theaters tomorrow! please tag spoilers for us who can't watch it until 2 weeks later when it's on YouTube! MWAH 💛

[jurassicshields]

Thragg

[plasticsouled]

Robert Robertson III should never leave his desk unoccupied again (or ask Nerissa to cover for his shift). First it was gay fireboy, and now...

Grendel's back in the fucking building AGAIN.

unprompted: always accepting!

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Riss! Really? The flat fuck gator again? The fuck are the colors for--" He barely got the question out, Flambae leaned over, snooped on his phone, and simply said 'pride flags, bitch.'

"Pride flags??? I'm too old for this, someone explain."

Grendel would regret saying that, because now Prism and Flambae have set him down on the break room couch to give him an in depth lesson on pride, LGBTQ+, identities, etc. etc.

"Alright, alright, geez -- I get it. The flags fit, now fuck off! Your perfume and your cologne are mixing and it's giving me a fuckin' headache."