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12/07/2021

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I’VE MOVED!

Just as it says above-- I’ve moved blogs! again I was planning on coming back here but I honestly felt like things on here were a bit cluttered, especially with leftover threads from when my TF2 muses were on here, so I thought that I needed a relatively fresh start! Same url, same muses, albeit with a few more added into the mix. Find me over on HERE / @sankcfa ! I’m still working on bits and pieces but it’s more or less done, come and say hello!!

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howdy howdy, I’m back !! I’m gonna do a little revamping on here, fiddling with some coding, editing some characters and all that, bear with me for the next couple days, but I’ll be in and out of here soon !

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blog changes under the cut.

so, as some of you may have seen, I’ve created another multimuse blog over at @mmrcnry !! i decided to make this change because i felt like red, blu and demo needed their own space. i have a lot of muses on here and i felt having a more specified multimuse would do me some good! whilst i am not going to be abandoning this blog in the slightest, the new blog will most likely hoard most of my attention for the time being.  i am aware i have quite a few threads on here with the 3 characters above-- these will be noted down, my partners should be notified in the coming days, and most should be moved over onto a new post on the new blog. in the meantime, BLU, RED and DEMO, will be removed from this blog soon. thank you all for understanding and for your patience, and i hope to see you soon!

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hi !! if you wouldn’t mind, could you give those ⟳ and  ♥ buttons a slap if you’d be interested in writing with a multimuse team fortress 2 blog – written by shock !

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     The newly transferred Spy walking into the RED base. He donned a brand new suit && mask after effectively burning his old BLU attire the day before, taking great satisfaction as the flames licked at the material until there had been nothing left but the ash that blew away in the dry wind. Nero strolled in with practiced confidence to hide his nervousness. Heterochromatic eyes shifted from side to side, paranoia fueling the sudden urge to run && hide. His transfer had caused quite the stir when it was announced, after all. The RED team suddenly going from his enemies, ones that he had never hesitated to send through respawn, to his very own allies.      He wasn’t entirely sure how to feel on the matter just yet. Instead, he held his head high ( like a spy should ) but his feigned swagger quickly dripped away when he realised he hadn’t a clue where he was going. Yes, he had been on the RED base before ( correction-- now his base ) before, but never in their recitational area, nevermind where there rooms where. The Frenchman had obviously been assigned a room of his own, but he was yet to differentiate the similarities, or differences as the case may be, bases of either team had.      It was likely he had been standing there for a little too long, staring off into space && deciding his next move when footsteps approaching quickly snapped him from his thoughts. He peered over at the newcomer && recognised her face almost immediately. 

                    Ah. A RED Sniper. 

     He vaguely remembers sending her through respawn a number of times ( hopefully there were no hard feelings on her part-- he was just doing his job ).

          ❝ H-Hello. ❞ Came his stammered greeting, knuckles going white from the vice-like grip on his bag to staunch his shaking.  ❝ I am the new Spy. I b-believe I may have gotten lost trying to fi-find my room. Would you be able to guide me ? ❞ Smooth.  

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12.which muse would you want to have a sleepover with? 16. what is a plot you’ve been wanting to do for [muse name]? 17. which muse would spend a night in a haunted place for $20?

questions. --&& accepting.

12. which muse would you want to have a sleepover with? 

nero! the entire night would probably mostly consist of eating sweets, cakes and watching films with occasional smoking breaks. that’s something i can get behind :’)

16. what is a plot you’ve been wanting to do for [muse name]? 

i’ll just randomise which muse(s) this is directed to, so let’s go with my canon spies! honestly, something that i really want to do with red and blu is an enemies-to-friends-to-enemies trope

17. which muse would spend a night in a haunted place for $20? 

probably hawke. he wouldn’t even need to get paid for it, just waltz inside screaming. 

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1, 6, 10!

questions. --&& accepting.

1. which muse is easiest to write?

funnily enough, despite the fact nero is the character i’ve rped the longest-- it would have to be red. a lot of the time, spy’s character just... flows a lot better than the rest of my muses. which is strange to me, given his... jaded nature.

6. what are your favourite icons for each muse?

i have way too many muses for that so have my favourite red icon:

10. which muse would be the MOM friend? DAD friend?

already answered!

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10? 👀

questions. --&& accepting.

10. which muse would be the MOM friend? DAD friend?

the dad friend, without a shadow of doubt, would be dimitri. he’s a very family orientated guy and he’s been known to have a lot of dad-like tendencies with people. especially those who are around the same age as his children. he always makes sure that everyone’s okay, if they’re in good health and is willing to bend over backwards to help anybody who asks for it. let’s be real here, dimitri would also 100% be the mom friend.

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bushmannsrules​:

As the disgruntled “YOU FAILED” echoed through the walls of the RED base, an angry flush filled the outlines of Sniper’s thin cheeks. He wasn’t laughing now. Throwing caution to the wind, he snatched the hilt of his kukri, turning around to him in one swift motion as the blade whistled through the air.

However, just before it could reach the Spy’s neck, it vanished; along with any other weapons he could have used to defend himself. Letting out a snarl, furious and frustrated, he decided that he’d at least go down fighting. 

“Gettin’ along?! With YOU? That’s the funniest bloody thing you’ve said so far!” 

And with that, he snapped his neck forward, intending to hit the Spy in the nose with a headbutt before he could regain his bearings. 

     Spy’s grin only widened as the Administrator’s voice echoed loudly in his ears. The anger from the Sniper was to be expected && unsurprising in the least to the point that he didn’t even bother moving out of the way once the blade was thrown. He merely waited; one, two-- poof ! Sniper was unarmed, weapons having disappeared with a frankly embarrassing lack of theatrics. His grin faltered, however, at the verbal outburst.

          ❝ Well, I thought my jokes were funn-- ghk ! ❞ RED’s head met his nose, which audibly crunched under the force. Instinct brought his hands cradle his, now bleeding, face.

          ❝ Connard. ❞ he hissed with venom, eyes glaring daggers at his attacker.  ❝ You got blood on my suit. ❞ Not like they were very expensive, mind, but it was an annoyance nonetheless. Regardless of his anger at the other man-- he would not allow his anger to get the better of him. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, he straightened, wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his sleeve && tried his best to hide his pain. The ceasefire had started now, after all.

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kukrikey​:

The alcohol slid down Sniper’s throat with an invigorating burn. Spy had all his things—good. Then Mick had a plan. Letting out a soft sigh, he set his drink back down with a low hum.

“There’s a loo–3 o'clock. I’m gonna head into it in a bit. Wait a few ticks, then follow me inside.” Sniper began to stretch casually, playing things off like he was just another casual patron and not currently plotting with the man beside him. 

It was his best guess that the three gentlemen behind them were waiting for an opportunity to get Spy when there’d be little to no witnesses. And considering the various other patrons about, the bathroom would likely be a spot where they would attempt to corner Spy.

“…gonna have to make use of that kit of yours to make it look like I’m the first one out. ’M sure that’ll be when Moe, Curly, an’ Larry over there’ll decide to make their move.” Sniper picked his drink back up and proceeded to down the rest of it in one go, setting the now empty glass down with a sniff before he continued to speak in a low mutter.

“Then I’ll take the head-on while you go for the back stab–sound good?”

     Idiot. Keep it together-- keep it together. Another sip of wine was taken, larger than the last to keep his nerves under control. 

          ❝ The plan is... agreeable. ❞ Far better than anything that that the spy would have thought up when put on the spot like this. If he didn’t have an audience, he would have scowled in disgust at himself-- a Spy who could not adapt was not worth being a Spy at all. Despite the urge to down the rest of the wine in one gulp, the Frenchman pushed the glass subtly away. Regardless of whether or not what remained wouldn’t have been able to get even the slightest bit tipsy, he wanted to ensure that there would be no problems on his part when the plan began to unfold.       He would have glowered if he could. How unprofessional of him-- having his teammate get... involved in his own affairs like this. Not only that, but have him come up with the only effective plan that Spy was able to process && agree with-- && one that was highly like to work. Eyes watched as the goons shifted, eyes boring holes into the back of the mercenary’s masked head.

          ❝ Go. ❞ He hissed, looking around the bar in feigned interest && brushing a speck of nonexistent dust from the countertop. ❝ Before they begin to suspect something. ❞ There was no time to waste. If they caught him here-- no. No, they would not catch him here. 

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kukrikey​:

A gratifying, albeit languid, smirk slowly spread over the Sniper’s face as he peered down at the man now on his lap. With the way his bleary, half-lidded eyes seemed to blink out of unison, it was obvious the Aussie was still half-asleep.

“Soz, love, didn’ mean t'surprise ya–just thought y'wanted t'join me…” Mick finished his sluggish apology with a yawn. He was being honest though. Having woken up to Nero’s familiar presence leaning over him, the Sniper had merely assumed the man had been attempting to join him—so he thought he’d assist.

It worked out just fine though, considering the fact that the Spy seemed content enough in his new position, and Mick just as much so with the new warm, comforting weight upon him. One arm remained curled around Nero’s waist while the other moved to casually rest over his thighs, shifting just slightly enough to make things more comfortable for them both.

“..But yeah, nap was fine–whaddya got there?”

     Nero watched as his lover slowly came back into the land of the living. A giggle filling the air at the endearing display && he couldn’t help but turn his head to plant a kiss against Mick’s shoulder.

     ❝ You were sleeping so p-peacefully I didn’t want to disturb you. ❞ Humming, he snuggled closer to the new warmth like a pleased cat && his free hand rested over the top of the one on his lap. It was uncommon for the both of them to indulge in such domesticity ( given their jobs ), but Nero didn’t intend to squander the opportunity. He beamed at the question asked, happily showing off his book. Arthur Conan Doyle, a Study in Scarlet.

     ❝ It’s the first Sherlock Holmes b-book ! It’s one of my fa-favourites. ❞ The book was considerably battered-- the leather worn from years of use, handling && rereading, but it had clearly been well loved && taken care of despite its age.      ❝ Th-This was o-one of the very fi-first things I ever bought my own money, pr-probably over thirty years a-ago now, ❞ 

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20 QUESTIONS FOR MULTI-MUSE BLOGS!    send me a number and I’ll answer: 

which muse is the easiest to write? 

which muse is most likely to go to jail? 

which muse would be the best parent?

which muse is, physically, the strongest?

what would your muses be the deities of?

what are your favorite icons for each muse?  

which muse would you most like to meet irl?

which muse would try to befriend the others?

what song do you associate with each muse? 

which muse would be the MOM friend? DAD friend? 

which muses are cat people? which are dog people?

which muse would you want to have a sleepover with?

which two muses would get along the best if they met?

what sort of youtube channel would your muses have?

which muse would win in a fist fight against the others?

what is a plot you’ve been wanting to do for [muse name]? 

which muse would spend a night in a haunted place for $20?

which two muses would immediately fight each other if they met? 

which muse would you not let into your house, under any circumstance? 

which muse would investigate the scary noises?  which one would hide? 

[multimusement]

RULES  MUSES  MUN

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@ladyyviv​ said:  [ sacrifice ] for viv @ nero

nonverbal -- && accepting.

     He wasn’t concentrating. The one time-- the one moment where he needed to have been concentrating && he couldn’t even do that. They had been ambushed on their way to camp after being sent to collect water from a nearby stream in the Hinterlands ( bandits-- it was always bandits ! ), outlaws hidden in trees && bushes-- waiting like a snake to strike at its prey. They emerged quietly as the Inquisitor && his companion walked by, the leader having gotten distracted by a nearby fennec fox, cooing gently. It was only until there was a cry of alarm when the half-elf realised the danger he was in. He was shoved to the side just as an assassin had appeared behind his back. 

     Nero panted on the ground, eyes wide && wild. He should be dead. He should be dead-- he should be dead. But he wasn’t. Because he had been pushed to the side-- so the blades that were supposed to be landing a killing blow to his back instead ripped the side of the mage that had been standing at his side only moments before. Vivienne. 

     He didn’t even hesitate for a moment to grab the daggers strapped to his back, flicking his wrist until green venom dripped from the blades, dripping down && burning spots into the grass. His hands were shaking-- burning ( why were they burning ? ) almost as hot as the rage coiled inside of him, screaming to be let out. Abendroth was yet to take any life since he had become the Inquisitor-- Maker, even since he had become the Herald. Now, however ? Now, he would make an exception. The assassin didn’t even have any time to react-- or even scream, as Nero’s blades did the same damage to them as the injuries they had had the audacity to place on Vivienne. They would not survive the blows. He made sure of it.

     The leader of the Inquisition stared at the body at his feet, teeth pulled into a snarl like a caged animal waiting to be let free. There was an audience. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his head-- body following until the other bandits saw the blood decorating his blades, clinging to the metal like it had been soaked in it.

          ❝ Run. ❞ Was the only threat he offered them. They didn’t move && so Nero decided to give them more incentive-- eyes burning like fire as he pointed his daggers at the remaining bandits. No mercy would be gifted to them if they stayed.  ❝ I said: run. ❞  

                         They did.

     As soon as they were out of sight-- only when they were out of sight, did Nero finally allow himself a moment to calm. Breath stuttered in his chest, coming in quick && short gasps as his eyes widened. Vivienne. Auntie Vivienne. He had forgotten her injuries. Stupid, selfish-- no, no time to panic ( guilt could come later ), she needed him. She needed help. Pale hands fumble to his pockets ( his potions-- where were they ?! ), searching, desperately searching until thin fingers closed around a glass vial. He stumbled over to her bloodied form, landing harshly on his knees but he didn’t care.

          ❝ I-- I have some potions, Auntie Vivienne. Pl-Please, drink them-- I can, I can run, I can get help, just pl-please hold on ! ❞ Don’t leave me. 

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@bushmannsrules​ said: [ nap ] + reverse (mick falling asleep on red spy?)

nonverbal -- && accepting. 

     It was never a rare sight to see the Spy smoking outside of the base. Granted, it was uncommon as he usually retreated to his smoking room at the end of matches, but today the stars were out && the night air was cool-- perfect outdoor smoking weather. What was a rare occurrence, was the Sniper accompanying him. The Frenchman had always preferred his own company, of course, but the Australian was always quiet in comparison to their other teammates. He wouldn’t point any fingers ( it was definitely the soldier && scout ), but some company was far better than the alternatives.

     Spy was quiet as he smoked, exhaling to the side out of courtesy to his teammate && he supposed he should have expected what came next. Sniper had gone quiet some time ago, staring off into the distance to the point that Spy hadn’t bothered starting conversation, He was raising his hand to take another drag from his cigarette when he suddenly felt a weight against his shoulder that was definitely not supposed to be there. Slowly, he turned his head to find none other than Sniper dozing away on his very expensive suit. For a moment, he debated awakening the man as violently && loudly as possible before he remembered the good work he had done during the match earlier. Begrudgingly, he accepted the new weight for now. But if the Sniper started drooling, he was going to wake up in Respawn. There were no witnesses to watch Spy as he carefully extracted his teammate’s hat from his head && placed it to the side && if there were-- who would believe them ? He also refused to think about the amount of trust it would have taken to fall asleep around him, of all people.

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deletesave​:

That familiar burst of pain - no matter how many times he felt it - was always a shock. It was enough for Hugo to drop the medigun and stumble backwards as he clutched to cover the open wound with his hand. The gravel beneath him only added insult to injury, sharp edges making a painful bed in which he ended up falling onto. The only relief from it all was the lack of another distinct gunshot ringing out, and the conformation that the strike against the healer wasn’t unnoticed. 

He sat up as Demo rushed towards him, eyes carefully scanning the surrounding area for stray BLUs who could pray on the sudden helplessness. Then, he looked up at his teammate and flashed a smile, “Lousy shot.” As soon as his arm was patched up, medic scrambled for his “weapon” before getting to his feet. The weight of the gun strained his arm, but he refused to let it show, more for the sake of keeping the enemies from spotting his injury than anything else.

“Thank you, mien freund. It’s not ideal, but I’m sure I can last until the end of this… best not let the others get too far ahead of us.”

     Demo couldn’t help but hover like a worried mother hen as the medic got to his feet, ensuring that he wasn’t hurt far more than he thought. He nodded at the man’s words, reassured && retrieved his grenade launcher from the ground where it had been abandoned in his rush to get to Medic as soon as he could. The weight was familiar in his hands, almost like an old friend-- almost. 

          ❝ The sniper’ll be back soon. Best ta stick close, doc. ❞ A grin that showed a little too many teeth appeared on his face,  ❝ Dunnae worry, I’ll make sure his next shot’ll hit me-- can’t have you goin’ down now, can we ? ❞ With those words, he led on to where the rest of their team had gone on without them, nearly completely oblivious to what had unfolded behind them. Typical. His fingers itched for the bottle of scrumpy attached to his belt, but he resisted the urge-- he needed to be at least a little bit sober to try and protect the Medic && avoid a repeat of before.

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@angelic-marksman​ said: Artemis was flying over the city, looking for Lux. The club was large, exciting, and the perfect place to meet Nero. Of course, that would mean Nero accepted his invitation. It had been so long! They both seemed to have been busy, and the days had bled into years, but Artemis was looking forward to meeting him again. Perching on the Space Needle for a moment, he spotted the spy and landed beside him, wings folding into his back and leaving only empty holes. “Boo!” 

unprompted -- &&. always accepting.

     It had been quite some time since Nero had seen Artemis. Jobs had always made them busy-- made them occupied. The Frenchman had supposed it had been his own fault, allowing work to nearly overwhelm him as it had. He had barely been made time for his own father && family most months. So when the years had passed by in the blink of an eye, it was even more surprising to the spy when he received an invitation to a bar out of the blue. Whilst he was pleased at the attempt at contact, he was disappointed that Artemis had picked somewhere so... lively, to say the least. Nevertheless, he still made his way there at the time that was specified, taking his place on the street opposite the building to wait.

     He didn’t need to wait long. One moment he was checking his watch, && the next there was a rush of air && a voice beside him. The man jumped in shock, head snapping sharply to whomever had surprised him until he realised who it was && slowly relaxed once more.

          ❝ Artemis. ❞ A soft smile wormed its way on Nero’s face.  ❝ It’s go-good to see you a-again. ❞